So Emma and Katie have taken up the gym and are trying to convince me to go to spinning class with them (which I sadly found out didn’t mean just spinning in a room for an hour and making yourself feel sick and giddy).
I’ve never been good at exercise or exposing my fat weeble body to the world. If I ever did I’d end up disgustingly sweaty with bigger hair then normal. Also I know I would be the only person there in a zombie T-shirt eating chocolate.
So instead I’ll take my mother’s advice and get some control pants (and a better bra) because apparently that’s what I need.