"You really like balls" was one of the most embarrassing things I could have said to Kristy the trainer. It just popped out, though. Thankfully it was the only ball that did, despite my baggy excercise shorts.
I managed to keep a straight face and didn't turn purple, so I think I got away with it.
5 nights in the gym last week ensured that I didn't bloat above my Landmark 1, despite 2 Chinese takeways and a box of Salt and Vinegar Rice Pringles. Tonight's Pizza Duathlon is giving slight cause for concern, however. If you are in any doubt, that means Pizza followed by a little more Pizza.
I'm going to tell Kristy that I've been bad this week and see what happens ...
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2 comments:
I think a 'stricter' regime with a bit more 'discipline' on the part of the female trainer could pay dividends.
The Cat o'nine tails would answer wellt.
I am led to believe that that kind of "service" would cost at least 10 times my current hourly rate!
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