Pic caption: How I don't look in the gym.
Trying to come up with less tedious name for these entries than food and exercise diary, but I guess it does the job.
Breakfast/Lunch: Late rising today as it is Saturday. God I love the weekend, another long week at work behind me and I get the chance to just relax for a couple of days and not be a slave to the morning alarm. Ahem. Anyway I treated myself to two poached eggs on brown toast, with a dollop of tommy K. Reckon that's okay.
Dinner: I could have eaten a horse this evening because of the gym (see below), but they were right out of Dobbin burgers at Sainsbury's, so opted for tomato and mascarpone risotto, with a couple of pieces of chicken (skin still on, very bad, but very tasty), and a load of salad lovingly doused in olive oil and balsamic vinegar. Treated myself to a Dairy Milk bar after, living life to the full. This is how I spend my Saturday nights now.
Exercise: After listening to painful inevitability of Man U winning the title, inevitable in the way death and taxes are, I headed for the gym and spent an hour and a half there.
Ten mins warm up, 10 mins cross trainer, 10 mins treadmill, 10 mins bike, 5 mins skipping then 45 mins of different sets on the weights.
Felt pretty good after. The only downside was that I forgot my swimmies so couldn't get my 50 lengths in. Oh well, next time.
I did manage to resist heading round to Rocco's on Gloucester Road after the gym for the best take away pizza in Bristol, and I resisted not bothering to go the gym, if that counts.
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