That half a stone is soooooo going...

I finally had the metaphorical kick up the backside I needed to get back to the gym and try and lose this last half a stone in plenty of time for the wedding.
Yes, I bought my wedding dress!
It's absolutely beautiful, fits like a dream, feels as comfy as a pair of pyjamas and is, quite simply, perfect. The lady at the shop even threw in a free veil and tiara for me!
So although I'm not looking to get a lot skinnier, as the dress is pretty much the perfect fit right now, I just want to be a bit less wobbly on the day I finally become Mrs Da Boy.
And as liposuction isn't an option, that means hitting the gym and actually trying to get my money's worth from the £58 a month I pay Mr Bannatyne! To be fair, he does operate some pretty amazing fitness centres, mine has a massive swimming pool, well nice sauna, steam room and spa and you never have to wait to get on any of the gym equipment as there is so much of it.
The only thing it does lack is an attractive fitness instructor in any shape or form!
I went a couple of times last week and the week before that and this morning, in a moment of madness which Da Boy thought at first meant I had wet the bed, I got up and went before work.
Even more shockingly, I actually enjoyed it! It woke me up a treat and meant I got the working out thing out of the way early on so the rest of the day was my own.
However, I am a realist and, as someone who adores sleeping and even just dozing in bed, I'm not too optimistic about a repeat performance anytime soon. Although I will try!