I was lying in the bath last night and I suddenly realised how "large" I had become.

I used to be a neat 10/12 but since I have moved counties and jobs I have been piling the weight on. I think its time to join a gym.

The only problem is it can cost up to £50 a month and you know what happens after 3 months or so...? Yep...you can't be arsed going.

It's a cold, wet night, you have had a long day at the office, your knackered and all you want to do is open a bottle of wine and grab a plate of Nacho's and slob in front of the TV. But NO you have to put on a pair of ridiculous shorts and a MASSIVE T-shirt and prepare to face the torture.

When you finally get to the gym (why are they always full of really thin people...?) you hide away in the corner on the bikes not making eye-contact with anyone and peddle away furiously for 20 mins before falling over as you dismount because your legs have turned to jelly.

Hmmm. There must be an easier way of losing weight/inches...Ah yes, how could I forget...? Slimfast.

Slimfast. What a disgusting substance that is. It's an artifical pink with a "strawberry" taste. The only pounds you lose with Slimfast is the money out of your pocket because it's so expensive.

So what's a girl to do...? I will think about it tonight and re-read the brochures over a bottle of wine and a plate of Nacho's.

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