Yesterday I did something strange. I went into a sports shop. It gets worse; I bought things - sporty things (well, obviously). Now instead of working out in a large F.R.I.E.N.D.S T-shirt circa 1997 and old jogging bottoms with some slanderous comment scrawled across the ass (why??), I have a shiny new Nike outfit complete with very exciting white trainers. You might not think this is relevant, but stick with me, because for the first time I was actually a little excited to throw on workout clothes for the day's challenge.
Ok, so the only people who saw me were my housemates and my weird neighbour, and my weird neighbour's 6 cats (hence why she's my weird neighbour), but I felt a lot more sporty, and justified doing my workout. Normally when I exercise, I feel a little apologetic and judged, like everyone who sees me knows I would rather be on my sofa watching anything on E4; but in the same way that wearing a new suit to a job interview makes you feel smart, wearing clothing actually designed for exercise, to do exercise really helped me. So with new clothes and a spring in my step (helpful for skipping) I survived skipping with minimal fuss.
AND excitingly, someone from work said I was looking like I'd lost weight (and I didn't ask her first I swear!). Whoop - result!
