Saturday has always been my favourite. I get to spend all day with my husband, watching football and having a drink. The only thing is now that we are in Toronto it is a whole different kind of brilliant!
Instead of the match kicking off at 3pm, it’s 10am. Instead of having a couple before the game, having a 90 minute break then going out for the night afterwards, we drink throughout the game and carry on afterwards. Instead of spending too much, we spend FAR too much!
So when we wake up on Sunday morning groggy and with banging heads, we always vow ‘Never again!’ But what we really mean is ‘Can’t wait for next weekend.’
To be clear, I mean the fitness studio, not the shell suit wearing man of questionable sexual ethics.
Anyway, moving on…
I had my operation at the end of October, and was told no exercise (apart from light swimming and walking) until after the year. Now, months later, I am nearly 2 stone heavier than I was when I went down to surgery. I had spent a good year going to the gym regularly previous to the op, and was really enjoying exercising, but after months of nothing but a few lengths of the pool I struggled to find the motivation to get back into it.
That is until I put my favourite skinny jeans on and had to breathe in to fasten them, and once fastened, keep my breath in, for as soon as I relaxed someone was gonna get a button in the eye!! Not so bloody skinny jeans after all!