I was wondering today, as I eyed my exercise bike sourly before reluctantly getting on and starting to - er - exercise....is it possible to hate an inanimate object?
Because if it is - I hate my exercise bike. It's so smug, sitting there, and I hate every inch of it.
Or perhaps it's more that I hate myself for being weak? Or maybe I hate myself for being stupid enough to sign up for skiing lessons at the grand old age of 40!
But I did my exercises, and I had my fresh fruit for dessert, and I longed for a piece (just a little piece! just one piece!) of chocolate.......
So another day fades, and I have achieved my exercise regime - one day closer to my first Gold Star and one day closer to my Basic Skiing Proficiency.
Oh - did I not mention my Gold Stars? Silly Me :-) For my training regime I have two Consciences; one at home (He Who Must Be Obeyed) and one at work (My Pumpkin). My Pumpkin is armed with stars, of the Gold and Silver Variety, and each week I go armed with my ticked off training regime and My Pumpkin assesses my week's efforts and issues appropriate Starrage. So I get to earn Gold Stars. Don't be fooled folks, even us adults like to earn a Gold Star now and then, a pat on the back, a 'well done, old bean'.
Only 4 months to go and I can throw the bloody bike away :-D