best-laid plans
Monday, September 22, 2008
Oooh, work has nice gym. Hadn't set foot in a gym in five years, not since finding I was pregnant with Becca, thinking 'Ha! but I am going to be one of these mummies who works out right through her pregnancy' and then the vomiting started, and that was that really*. For five years. Went back on Saturday, and then again tonight: now have v sore arms, but it's a smug sort of sore. Best bit: having entire, pristine, swimming pool to myself; floated on back in the middle, bobbing up and down all meditative like Juliette Binoche in Trois Couleurs: Bleu. And not an Elastoplast in sight. May never leave the Parliamentary Service.
Off to Auckland to visit distaff side on Wednesday. May also go to the zoo.
*is remarkably good abs exercise, if you keep it up for long enough. Like, say, for nine frickin' months.
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