Yep – none. Zilch, nada. Not one tiny bit.

In fact, they’re still wrapped up all shiny and new in the box, with the price tag firmly attached. Oops.

The thing is, I really WANT to get fit again. I do. I look down at my rounding tummy and see extra wobbles where there weren’t before and it makes me feel, well, a bit flat. (Not flat in the flat stomach sense of the word, unfortunately.) But I just can’t seem to find the time, energy and motivation to do what it takes to get off my backside. 

I blame work and the summer holidays. And then I blame moving house. And then I look at my husband and blame him, when I’ve run out of things to blame. But the truth is that, really, I can only blame myself. And that makes me cross.

During the school holidays I’ve really struggled to get any amount of work done during the day. Although, being a teacher, the (self-proclaimed) Northern Love Machine is off, he struggles to keep Frog occupied for a full day while I get work done. So we end up going out and doing things as a family, meaning I play catch-up in the evenings.

It’s great, but it does mean that I haven’t had a bedtime before 2am most nights, as I work between 7pm and 2am to meet my deadlines. That leaves me a tad frazzled, tired and craving carbs the next day. The last thing I want to do is jump out of bed and go for a five mile run.

Anyway, excuses aside, I’m determined to do something about it. My first step in the right direction has been to give up all alcohol on a school night. Time was, I would only have a drink on a Friday and Saturday night, but I have slipped and got used to having a glass or two of wine every night or so.

I love wine. It’s my tipple of choice and there’s nothing better than sitting in the garden on a balmy summer evening with a cold white in hand. For that reason I refuse to give it up completely, so I’m going to restrict it again to Friday and Saturday nights. I was recently sent a delicious case of wine from the lovely people at Bespoke Offers and, clearly, I had to wait until it was all gone before I embarked on my wine-free week nights.

The case came with twelve bottles, six red and six white – along with two fancy glasses to enjoy it with. I’m not so keen on red, so the NLM and my dad have made short work of it, leaving my mum and I to tackle the white. I’m no wine connoisseur but it tasted blooming lovely.

And that leads me back to the round tummy, getting healthy thing. Now the wine’s gone I have no excuse. I need to don my brand new trainers and shed some poundage.

Anyone with me?

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Disclosure: I was sent a case of wine by the lovely people at Bespoke Offers for the purpose of this post. 

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