Getting into shape. . .

I was sitting in the sun this morning, quietly drinking my cup of coffee, listening to the Cuckoo  coo koo and all the other birdies tweeting. Thinking that I should probably start getting into shape as bikini weather was here and the sight of my flobbally bits on the beach was definitely not postcard worthy. UP POPPED, Praskovya ...apparently, she's my new P.E.R.S.O.N.A.L Trainer. I tried telling her that I didn't  think I needed a P P...before I had finished my word she had me doing 50 tummy crunches.... owwwww...that hurts...  She keeps shouting at me, to let my inner cat out....to be FIT, TONED and FELINE gorgeous for this summer.

My inner flabby tabby is telling me that "hold you all in - Swimsuits and sarongs" are the way to go...  I'm a scaredy cat and I'm hiding from Praskovya........... just a little Fun and Nonsense......shhhhhhh I'm not here!