The Diet Resolution.....

2012 is my year. My resolutions are made and this year I will stick to them. This is the year I will paint my nails, learn to drive, tone up and lose weight AND blog about it whilst I'm doing it. If you're lucky, I might even pen a novel....but that's another blog.

With wheels in motion for the driving lessons (hilare.) and my nails successfully painted, it was about time I kick started my 2012 exercise regime. I honestly hate saying 'I really will do it this year' but I WILL. Not only have I got the trip of a lifetime to NYC at the end of March, I've got two hen do's (both requiring bikinis) and two weddings.


To be honest, just writing this reminds me 2012 is all a little bit too much for me - I really must add 'stop getting emosh' to the list...

Today, with the persuasion of a free five day pass I went along to spinning with my lovely Barbie friend.
Luckily for me, the spinning class was located through the free weights section of the gym so I really got to parade my new gym kit and slicked back hair look to every professional gym goer in there. (F.M.L.)
Just in case you have forgotten what spinning is like..... just in case you were due to kick start your regime tomorrow.... let me remind you. SPINNING IS HELL ON EARTH. Repeat until you no longer feel the need to go anymore.
After half an hour of knee buckling, sweat dripping, TEARS STREAMING HELL the instructor thought we were finished. Until one kind body builder type informed him the class was, in fact, forty five minutes. Which meant we could all bike up the flaming hill we had just free wheeled down. Marvellous. Feel the burn and all that.
Finally, the class finished. For some reason, not only did I have sweat everywhere, I also had snot streaming down my face. Back to the changing rooms, via the free weights - walking like John Wayne with a tomato for a head was the highlight of my night.
A bath informed me I have nice new bruises, which will look excellent in the bikini I will be sporting on the hen do - but as long as I look excellent in the bikini on the Hen do, I don't care.
Every single time the instructor shouted 'TURN IT UP' (or whatever he was saying, I couldn't hear him over my wails of agony) I pictured my goals.

Now, at home, it all doesn't seem so bad. In fact, I'm glad I have yoga, abs and another two spinning classes this week.

2012 is going to be painful.