So, this whole fitness fanatic thing is great... I'm starting to look less pregnant now, which is nice. Martin's brainwashing 'no one is every going to love you if you stay this fat forever' seems to be working. Only thing is, the gym classes are a little taxing. Not because they're tiring, more that I'm a bit special needs when it comes to staying in time with the moves. I'm sure I provide much entertainment for not only the instructor, but the whole class as I try to keep up with their endless coded aerobics steps.
I bet they make them difficult to understand on purpose, to confuse newcomers with no co-ords, like me. Imagine my embarassment when the instructor shouted out something incomprehensible and the whole class surged towards me. Obviously, I try to copy them, only for them to move to the other side, so that I bump into the tanned blonde girl who clearly attends every class in existence and knows the moves with her eyes closed. She's scantily clad in some little black shorts and a crop top, and gives me a look of disgust.
Anyhoo, what I'd really like to comment on today is Big Brother. I know, I know... but this has to be said.. what was with all the fireworks? They must have cost an absolute fortune. Which is fair enough.. I guess Endemol is minted enough to afford it. But then again, that's not surprising seeing as they pay their runners £50 a day.... a shift that starts at 9am and ends at 1am. So, what, that's less than minimum wage then. They get around it by writing into the contract 'your hours are 9-5 but you're expected to work outside these hours.' Well done, Endemol, you tight bastards.
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