I feel like this today:

Whaaa happened?????

I used to get up really early, ride my bike for 20 mins to a gym, stay there for an hour with a personal trainer, ride home, shower, ride to work.

Aliens then abducted me , messed with my bodyclock and then dumped me in London where I set my alarm every morning to try and get up, with the intention of walking to the gym, staying there for an hour, walking home, showering, then walking back to work.

Arrrgh.

Do I need to pay for someone to come and drag my sorry arse out of bed every morning? Surely not. It’s presumably what some quack in a self-help book would refer to as a motivational slump and perhaps it will pass and I will return to my former glory.

It has to.

Otherwise I may need to be shipped home in a giant coffin with a ‘wide load’ sticker on the back. Not a good look. Even when dead.

Granted I have been rather conscientious lately and have been going to the gym in the evenings, but it would be a great deal better to be one of those spritely annoying people who get up uber early to go swimming and running and then bounce into work as if they’ve just stepped off the set of The Price is Right…(winners only of course).

One day I will wake up this person. One day.

But maybe not next week as I am going here:

Cinque Terre, Italy

To eat lots of :

Back to carrots when I return.