I went to aerobics last night. I worked hard and I think I feel like I'm getting fitter. I might even be getting a little bit of muscle definition back ... well, maybe. I was absolutely ravenous when I finished the class so I was relieved to know that Hubby had made me some roast chicken, new potatoes and salad for dinner. I was very glad that dinner was waiting for me at home otherwise I might have been tempted to stop for something quick, tasty and fattening. And then I noticed just how easy that would have been. Call me obsessive if you like but I counted the number of fast food and takeaway outlets I passed in between dropping my aerobics buddy off at home and reaching my front door. That's just under four miles. Have a guess. I'll give you a clue, it's more than 10.
26. There were 26 takeaway places in less than four miles. And I didn't count pubs or places that sell microwave meals or ready to eat sandwiches. I didn't even count places that I knew were there but couldn't see, such as Perfect Pizza and the chippy next door to it, which were blocked by some trees. 26! I just thought that was an obscene number. I'm horrified actually that they can all stay in business. Really and truly horrified.
Gem x
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