The Pain to Chocolate Threshold.

It’s Valentine’s Day, and I’ve started off my day by eating chocolate for breakfast.

Not in a Bridget Jones “why am I so single” kinda way. More in a “well, it was left over in the fridge, and it was looking at me” way.

On Friday, I went to my usual Personal Training session. I’m not normally one for spending money on things like personal training…or on life, in general (I’m an ex-accountant, for goodness sake). My thoughts, up until recently, have always been that surely whatever they teach you, you can just do yourself, right? Continue reading