It can’t all be troughing and scoffing. When you love frocks as much as cheese and cake something has to give, right? – unless it’s to be the button on your jeans! – and so to keeping fit.
I like to keep trim (love that word) by cycling my lovely bike, Pete, to work and all over London. He’s light and fast and the sheer adreneline (London traffic = shredded nerves) seems to help burn off the calories. However, I have been spectacuarly lame recently as the snow has forced me onto the bus. Boo. I have also almost entirely quit running, a big shame as it was reported this week that it improves memory, and anyway, once I’m out there pounding the pavements it really makes me happy, it seems in short a cure to all ills.
I intend to start being waaaay more active henceforth. If only so the pie tastes even better once I’ve earnt it.