Deluded

I really enjoyed my long weekend last week. It was very chilled out and relaxed. My Mum and sister visited and we all had a long boozy lunch and talked and laughed. My sister-in-law and her boyf came round for dinner which was nice and we had a good ol' natter with them. Didn't achieve much Christmas shopping, but I'm happy that a few ideas are now formulating.

The rest of this week has been busy but quite good. I had a good drum lesson, I actually went to the gym, we narrowly lost out in the pub quiz, and I finished season 2 of Alias.

I must admit that I'm finding it hard to stop eating cakes and start going to the gym. Going by the various conversations I have with my work colleagues, it would seem everyone thinks they're fat. Even the size 10s. I overheard one colleague, who is tall and very slim, covet the figure of another tall and slim colleague. There's hardly any difference between them, they're both size 8s. My problem is that I don't think I'm that bad. I guess I'm just deluded! I think of myself as a podgier version of Anna from Chuck:















Yup, definately deluded!! The reality is I now have a BMI of 30.5 which puts me into the obese section.

So you would think that I would be more willing to go to the gym, however, I feel the excuses mounting up in my head already! Christmas shopping is exercise though, right?