“Ring
Ring, Ring Ring” (or in my case, because my ringtone is “Uptown Funk”, it’s a
quick burst of Bruno giving me some ...
ME: “Hello”
VOICE ON
PHONE (VOP): “Is that Katie?”
ME: “Yes”
VOP: “hello,
this is Matt from your gym, we just wondered if you were OK?”
ME: “Yes I’m
fine, why?”
VOP: “well
you haven’t been for a while and we wondered if we’d upset you?”
ME: “oh no
not at all, I think the gym is wonderful and your teachers amazing, the staff
are generally lovely, you haven’t upset me at all, I’ve just been really busy
with work”
VOP: “Will you come back soon?”
ME: “Yes of
course”
VOP: “When?
By the end of
the conversation, I felt so guilty that I promised faithfully to go to the gym
on Sunday morning and to go and find him to say hello, so he knew I’d kept to
my word. I haven’t had boyfriends who cared about my welfare as much as Matt
from the gym! Maybe I should date him!
It did make me feel bad though, because oddly
I really do enjoy going to the gym and I love Just Jhoom and Zumba and I even
find it oddly enjoyable when I get to go first thing in a morning and spend
half an hour on the treadmill listening to whatever randomly pops up on my
iPod, although this is my new favourite work out tune at the moment!
The reason
for causing my gym to worry is that I’ve genuinely been so busy with work and
travelling around the country that I haven’t had time. The time I have had has
been spent either catching up on housework or making sure the dogs are walked.
Although apparently a 6-mile walk for Buddy wasn’t enough on Saturday!
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| Buddy wide awake & raring to go after his work....Cyril having a kip! |
Even though I appear to have moved into my
car, I have been sticking to my diet and on Tuesday faced a massive temptation!
Lucy and I had to go to Portsmouth for a meeting and because we had allowed
ourselves some “getting lost time”, which we didn’t we had time for a brew.
Nipping into a branch of Subway, I ordered us a coffee and this is what
happened.
ME: “2
coffees please”
LADY BEHIND
THE COUNTER (LBTC): “would you like a cookie to go with it?”
ME: “no,
thank you” (feeling virtuous, halo glowing a little brighter)
LBTC:
“They’re free”
ME: “No,
really it’s fine”
LBTC: “Would
you like the receipt so you can have a free cookie, the next time you come in?”
ME: almost
crying, “Please don’t make me eat
the cookie”
I appreciate the lady was just
trying to be nice and having eaten Subway cookies in the past, I know they’re
delicious, but and this is the weird thing; since I was hypnotized, I haven’t
touched any form of chocolate, cake, biscuit or desert. I wasn’t sure I could
say to the woman behind the counter, “the reason I don’t want your cookie, is
because I’m fat and the reason I got fat was because I ate too many delicious
cookies and now I’ve been hypnotized and so I think cookies smell like dirty
toilets and taste like shit, so please stop offering me pieces of shit”
Taking the positives from the
week, I’ve made a new best friend from the gym and managed to clock up 5 weeks
without any form of sweet stuff, I’m taking that as a win!
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