Confessions of a wannabe gym bunny

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In an attempt to better myself as a human and become of more value to today's society, I have begun the rather grueling process of working out on a weekly basis, and not without many a trial and tribulation. 
Don't get me wrong - it's not that I don't see the worth in exercising and looking after myself. Being the daughter of a PE teacher and general sports fanatic has taught me the value of fitness and has sharpened my gym technique somewhat. But that still doesn't mean I power through a workout without being convinced I may die at the hands of the barbell. 

Renée Zellweger = me

Mid-workout thoughts:
  • When you feel a hardness in your abdominal area that you hope to God is that six-pack you've been so busy sculpting, and isn't in actual fact a hernia. 
  • Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it's just my hopes and dreams of a killer bod crashing down around me as I struggle to complete the most basic of deadlifts. 
  • Smoking doesn't kill. Circuits do. 

I don't mean to be all doom and gloom. Exercise, of course, has its perks. No need for highlighter in your makeup bag anymore, ladies, as I've found a cheaper alternative: cardio. A high-intensity interval training sesh, or HIIT as it is rather aptly named, provides young party-goers with that dewy, albeit hot and greasy, glow. Similarly, engaging in aerobic exercise will also give you that naturally flushed look, so you can bin that blusher now. Never say I don't sort ye out with makeup hacks, guys.
Of course, while we're on the topic of beauty and fashion, I must say I do enjoy the fact that, these days, sports luxe is all the rage. So at least on those days where you're just n'able for an actual workout, you can still throw on your jogging pants, half zip and Asics, and no-one need know that the most exercise you did today was that lunge you aced bending down to tie those laces. 

Ironically, I set my alarm this morning so that I would wake up and go for a nice walk/jog to start my day right. However, I'm actually sitting here typing this blog post. Surely writing about exercise counts as a calorie burner? Oh, the desperate attempts at justification. Even just the thoughts of core day tomorrow are enough to make anyone break out in a cold sweat. That, in itself, should be a workout.

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