I can safely say I've had a fab first year at uni, but have come to the realisation that there's only so much partying you can endure before your purse and figure begin to suffer! I know I’m not alone in standing on those dreaded scales each Sunday night, fingers crossed Tuesdays chocolate indulgence hasn’t cost me too much in price, and pounds of course.
I’m not afraid to admit that I have an eating disorder.. I LOVE to eat!! After all, its only half a life without food.. however, this in mind, it can also be half a life WITH food as well. Hence my decision to re-join Fitness First today! Yes, thats right, i've got a four month contract and a rather yummy personal trainer to keep me motivated, and hopefully get me a little closer to that bikini bod!
It doesn’t help when we’re surrounded by celebs that make it look all too easy. For them, cosmetic surgery equals quick-fix, and a trip to a world-class surgeon is our equivalent of a visit to the local supermarket. Earlier today I looked at such surgery junkie celebs and found that for every successful before and after image, came a hideousness that can only be described as a serial surgery fuck up. In the words of Miss Moss ‘Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels,’ but if skinny means crash dieting, I’m screwed! It’s amazing how a number on the back of a dress can severely alter your sanity.
Nope, there's only one way to go about this, and have therefore given myself an ultimatum – remain a fatty, or get on a treadmill!
It’s true what they say, you always want what you can’t have.. I'll let you know how my session with Mr yummy goes :)
