purplerabbits

God I am so fucking virtuous! Yesterday me and Paul went in the gym and had an induction session where we did a bit of cycling and rowing and a few very light weights. They were dead friendly and I had fun - to my great surprise. So today I went back. The differences between yesterday and today's session were these:-

1. I went on my own because Paul was going out for lunch and I wasn't scared
   
2. I walked there in my trousers because I wasn't too embarrassed and I couldn't be arsed carrying a bag
   
3. I didn't have any gym personnel to help me so I just got stuck in
   
4. I did an hour and fifteen minutes solid cardio vascular exercise, counting from the clocks on the various machines. This compares to about forty minutes yesterday
   
5. I burnt off five hundred and ten calories in that time compared to about 200 yesterday*
   
6. I feel great - I think I could get used to this. Eek!
   

Oh and today I also did washing up and washed some clothes and cleaned the bathroom. I think the Prozac is starting to really work. Hurrah!

*Yes, I know it's a bit sad to measure it in calories - so sue me.