Tomorrow is my last chance workout. My final PT before my hol. I can only imagine what torture he will put me through to make it last the week I am away!!
Why do I put myself through this? A huge part of me just wants a takeaway and a glass of wine, my thinking being its not going to make any difference now, but the other part of me thinks - don't give in now. But which will it be? Even I don't know right now, but am going to try and be good. For tonight anyway.
Tomorrow night? Well, lets see what tomorrow brings :)