I went to Yoga! It was nice.

I still have DOMS from the 13th, which is madness. One of the things my coach said to me on Monday was that I’m not 20 any more – I need more time to recover.

I’m not 25 any more either.

Or 30.

Or even 35.

Oh god.

I was far & away the fattest person in the room (by a large margin) but the only one wearing teeny shorts, and when one of the other women was getting upset upon seeing her loose tricep skin in the mirror I wanted to show her my huge arms & squashy thighs & tell her not to worry. Loving my big fat bod at the mo (even if I am annoyed with my stupid tiny hands & weak grip).