Gym

My building has a small gym that I've been meaning to go to. I've been here for a month but have plenty of excuses for not going yet - mainly being busy at the start of school, and the chest infection that had me coughing for weeks. I'm good at excuses.

So when Dad asked on Sunday night if I've been to the gym yet and I had to say no, I thought it was time I pulled my finger out and dragged my growing behind down there.

I meant to go yesterday, really I did, except I walked home past my lovely beauty salon and ended up getting my nails done. I'm still fat but my nails are a gorgeous pink colour!

And I DID finally go tonight, but here's the funny bit, I couldn't work any of the machines! Ha ha! I even tried turning them on at the power point (yes, took me a while to figure out that much) but nothing worked, so I gave up and went out to get Vietnamese take away for dinner.

I tried, Dad!