Try not to let your eyes roll out of your head when you read what I have done.
We can get through this you and I, I promise.
I have broken up with friends for less so I understand what you are about to feel towards me.
Here goes.
I am on a health kick.
I have been exercising, a lot.
It’s been about 8 weeks now and God help me I feel good.
It gets worse, I look forward to my daily run and my twice weekly “strength” session with my *trainer Dean – aka the dark lord.. (*I know I used the “T” word.)
If it makes any difference he is an ex stripper! He once belonged to a “dance troupe” called “Bad Boyz” so at least he’s got pizazz. Picture a huge chunk of a man with brown hair and deeply tanned skin. He’s in his mid forties and gets around in high waisted, tight, black silky tracksuit pants. He minces about the gym in a manly fashion (it’s possible picture Paul Mecurio in Strictly ballroom.)
You can tell Dean knows how to do a decent pelvic thrust.
I am attributing my newly acquired fitness to my ability to deal with the challenging time I have been going through mentally. If it weren’t for the endorphins produced by the exercise I think I would have tattooed something by now or spent thousands of dollars I don’t have on an antique “saddle leather” chesterfield couch. (I still may, just checking the dimensions of the space I wish it to fill..)