Friday, May 18, 2007

Press ups/Push ups/whatever you call 'em

i am pants at these.
i was face down in the mud in Central London yesterday.
'do as many as you can in 2 mins' said Candy the Commando, gazing at her stop watch and i expectantly.

i won't shame myself with the pitiful number but i will tell you that today i can hardly move my arms.
yowser.
those babies are HARDCORE

rumour has it i'll be able to do the proper boy ones in NO time.

but i'm trying to arrange to get the boy to come round and do them instead. Shirtless.
i think exercise for me would be involved along the way, so it must technically count.

2 comments:

dodo said...

such sauciness!

yay for porridge.

and arms.

if that's your thing.

i selflessly volunteer to eat more with you x x x x

HerImperialMajesty said...

i even made it with unsweetened soya milk. which is YUMMY

i might start drinking Pink Milk, like Charlie and Lola and P herself.

Arms. you know how i feel about 'em.
and cinnamon sprinkled ones are even BETTER.
mental note NEVER to tell the boy i blog.
could you eat porridge for early breakfast though?
you balk at toast sometimes ma'am