With monthly dress fittings in the diary, its time to establish a fitness regime that lasts (yawn) until after Im married in December.
Ive always been very fitness conscious and needed no persuasion to work out several times a week. But now I have to do it rather than just wanting to its grinding to a halt. Ive slipped from four workout sessions a week down to two, often one. I must think Im married already.
In an effort to make it inescapable, Ive joined the Virgin Active health club under the office which has one near my home that I can use too. For the last two weeks Ive been doing its spin classes and Willpower and Grace; a barefoot cardio class that flexes your stiletto-bound feet and tones your limbs with stretches and squats that left me aching for days. There are quite a few brides-to-be in that class. I know because they have eagle eyes and initiated conversation after noticing just the one ring on my finger. This cosy chat ending in see you next week resulted in an unspoken bridal fitness club that will no doubt get quite competitive, if only in my head.
Tonight Ill have to casually drop in my finest mental achievement: Ive decided to jog either in or out of work a couple of times a week. Thats impressive right? They dont need to know it only takes 25 minutes and I can show them my lightweight running rucksack that I bought after hours of internet research.
Thank you Bride Squad, you have unwittingly made me up my game.