Yesterday I confess I did not go to the gym, I don't really have a good excuse apart from the fact that I couldn't be arsed to get up at 6.15am, scrape the ice off my car and drive to the instrument of my torture.
I wanted an extra 30 minutes lie in. Okay so I'm not perfect, but nobody is, and as long as the days where I do get up at 6.15 outnumber the days I don't, I'm winning.
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