It Is Time...

...HIGH time, indeed, to start that fitness thing everyone's talking about. You know going to the gym regularly and sweating and all that.
A colleague of mine asked (outright asked me) me whether I was pregnant. Or perhaps it just looked that way - he felt obliged to add quickly - that did not make it better, I have you know. 
This coming from a man whose paunch is simply phenomenal, I doubt he can see his... oh whatever.

Go bite yourself, fatso! As of next week will turn into Greek Goddess. Some bloke named Ian or Isaac or Zac or something is going to be my helper, or trainer as lingo goes in sporting world.

Pregnant, my ass!
Let's hope this training business works... like overnight...