I have the L in a big way at the moment. I don't like exercise at the best of times, and having been unwell means I pretty much have a carte blanche to coddle myself without anyone pointing out that I've been sat on my arse solidly for three weeks...
Such sedentism is good for neither my waistline nor my dance ability, so I've decided to give up chocolate for Lent, and take up three lots of exercise a week. This is slightly weird, since I am a dyed in the wool pagan, but I figure since I was too sick at New Year, this as close to a resolution as I'm going to get!
Class last night saw me discovering just how pathetically noodle-like my arms have become, so this evening I hit the swimming baths after work, and felt duly virtuous. The new public baths have only just opened, and they're pretty nice, so it was less of a chore than slogging up and down the old pool. They're also rather controversial, being heated by the crematorium next door. You can decide for yourselves whether this is recycling taken to its logical extreme, or pearl-clutchingly offensive!
