The last couple of months have been very hit and miss with me, with me missing the gym a lot more than I’ve been hitting it. I’ve just been very very slack and I’m getting angry at myself. Last week I had a bit of a cold so I didn’t go and the week before that I was on Fraser Island so couldn’t go then, but I’m too good at making excuses. The same goes for my diet.
If the scenery around my gym was like in the photos above I’d be built like a greek god because I’d ALWAYS be in the gym.
I’m only capable of a strong workout if I have some nice eye candy. Seriously, B, I only go to my gym whenever I know my fave regulars will be there, too.
Gawd… I’m such a voyeur.
If the scenery at the gym was like that….I’d probably have “drop jaw” followed by a stroke.
Maybe instead of your nude dinner parties you could start up a nude gym. I know that I’d join then.