After many, many months of not going to the gym because of not having a car, traveling the world and a long time being sore, I'm taking it up again today.
I feel like a heffalump and need to get my bridal body. I don't weigh myself but my clothes feel uncomfortable on me, and I know it's time. When I was exercising regularly last year and earlier this year I felt the best I'd ever felt.
I've been yearning for the endorphins, for the small achievements of running through a song - and then another one, and before I know it I've done two kilometres. I've wanted glowing skin again. And a flatter tummy. I want to feel good.
And so I go, after work this afternoon. Wish me luck. Here's to social media keeping me accountable! As friends also on the fitness kick tell me, we are in this together.