It has to change...

...I am turning into something out of 'James and the Giant Peach'* (or something else that involves a round-ish object that grows out of proportion).

So, I've made a gym pact with C - who has also been moaning about the fact that we are both members of a swanky gym but we use our Blockbuster cards 100 times more often (no kidding).

We're gym buddies now and one day we'll look like, er, not sure who. Perhaps just fitter, thinner versions of ourselves. That would be a good start. We're dusting off our legwarmers and starting tonight.

Target: To be able to run three miles without passing out (at the moment three metres is pushing it) / to lose two stone.

* No comments please from anyone who knows me.