There once was a man called Jim....

or was it Gym?
Well, the trainers have finally made it out of the wardrobe and into the gym. Yes, the tightening clothes (I kind of blame it on the industrial laundering) are screaming at me to get my butt into the gym to rid the excesses of all the yummy food. Plus, I'm sat down all day in work and it's too hot outdoors to do any exercise (except for the odd swim in the pool). Michelle and I are going to motivate each-other to do a session every other day, or thereabouts, so the book is open. How long will it last?