Stripper poles and sweaty betties.

My flatmate got a proper stripper pole for Xmas.She's not a pole dancer (not that there's anything wrong with that,as long as it's totally consensual on the ladies behalf) but she's been taking classes as a way to keep fit and have more body confidence.

It's the total jazzy fizzle shizz.I mean this thing is properly anchored floor to ceiling in our living room,not one of those ones you get out of Anne Summers,it's the proper deal.J's also got a few pole dancing DVD's so maybe when I get to the halfway mark I can start working towards the Kimberly Wyatt PussyCatDoll- uber high leg kick fantasy.I'm sure Ms. Monroe would've approved of a little pole action.

In gym news I totally pushed myself today,more than I ever have in my entire life!:
* 40 mins on the treadmill (at a consistently faster pace than usual)
* 20 mins on the bike
* 25 mins on the elleptical/cross trainer (I sweat like i never have before)
* 10 minutes weights for my arms
* 30 minutes swim

Eating well just totally falls into place as I don't want to waste all that hard work and effort.

Maybe fitting into my Sugar Kane dress by Christmas isn't such an impossibility after all?