In case you haven’t heard, MR and I are starting a weight-loss competition called The 10 Pound Race. Here’s what we’re thinking as we go into Day 1.
I’ll just go ahead and say it: I’ve been utterly shit at fitness lately. I think I’ve worked out once in the past eight months. ONCE. And yes, I belong to a gym that is not at all cheap and I die a little inside when the payment comes out every month. I’ve calculated how much that one workout cost me, and let’s just say for that price it should have been a personal training session with Ryan Gosling. In Bali. (Instead it was just a run-of-the-mill cycle class. No celebrities to be seen.)