Another "no more excuses post"

This lady is partially sighted and comes to the gym with her guide dog Darcy

She has written a poem so I thougth that I would share:

THE GYM

WEEK ONE

One fine morning on a whim

I decided to join the local gym

They told me, after using this machine and that;

I would soon lose all my fat.

So week one was a doddle...

10 minutes on each machine,

I'd soon have the figure of a super model.

WEEK TWO

Week two was not so bad,

All my friends thought that I'd gone mad.

But when I get gid of all this flab

I will look absolutly fab.

WEEK THREE

So its now week three and she put me on a machine that climbs a hill

Then its two long miles on the cursed treadmill

I'm sweating blood and tears
and I shoot her a look that is a threat to kill

Guide Dog Darcy looks on unimpressed

I can see she is bored, I must confess.

We come her five mornings a week

No wonder she lies ther looking bleak!

I think to myself "God love a tryer"

So it will be worth it when I lose this spare trye!

WEEK FOUR

Hooray! I've just been weighed and have lost a stone.

I'll soon be a bag of bones.

All that slog and sweat, no more winges and moans.

A few months of this and it will be bliss,

I'm dedicated that a morning I will not miss!

So if you want to get fit and trim,

Do what I did and join your local gym.

Margaret Oldham, July 2010