The diary of a wanna be gym junkie

With the beginning of each new year, comes new vision, restored hope and the excitement of a fresh start. Each January, I happily step onto the 'clean slate' bandwagon with reckless abandon. Throwing caution to the wind, I start to honestly and openly look at my life and start to take note of the dreams, hopes & aspirations I want to see come to pass in my life. 

Without fail, I inevitably end up pondering one of my good old faithful & always asked questions:

To gym or not to gym? 

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Just last week, I chose to forget about my past attempts {and fairly immediate failures} and decided that this year it would be different. This year, I have made a decision to actually be dedicated, diligent & faithful to my long-lost and often abandoned friend, the gym. 

The demise of my seemingly volatile relationship with the gym can be generally attributed to the fact that I seem to have some sort of allergic reaction to most forms of arduous exercise. Don't get me wrong, I do love to play most forms of sports but going to the gym needs a certain amount of self discipline and determination that I have never been able to harness post February 23.

So this year, with a few gym buddies & personal cheerleaders, I am attempting to break the McBride Record of Gym Attendance. With increased vigour, I have decided that it is time, to once and for all, embrace the inner 'gym junkie' in me.

So come along with me on my journey into the unknown. I'm pretty sure, due to my tendency to create Bridget Jones-esque trauma wherever I go, that it will certainly not be a dull one. 

Let the fun begin.

With love,

The Wanna Be Gym Junkie xx