Ha! Got you! You thought I was going to confess that I'd messed up already, didn't you?No sireee, it's day 3 and I'm eating Weetabix like a pro, have broken with previously ingrained protocol by giving FRUIT a look-in before noon, and I'm learning to love tap water.
And Mr Slimma's still here, so I'm not on that kind of rebound either.
No, today I'm talking 'rebounding'. That's mini-trampolining to you and me. I bought one when dinosaurs last roamed the earth and after an initial burst of enthusiasic bouncing it's been fossilizing in the garage ever since.
But according to NASA I really can burn 'gazillions' of calories by attempting to defy gravity on one of these babies. So this morning I dusted it down and was preparing for launch... you know, doing all the usual stuff like...
1. Prepare suitable indoor launchpad (you didn't really think I was going to let anyone watch did you?) with high enough ceiling. Check.
2. Strap into a boulder-holder sturdy enough to prevent eye injuries. Check.
3. Dig out some inspirational music for lift off. Check.
4. Notify next of kin. Check.
So I climbed aboard, found my balance and was just about to 'go-for-launch' when a little voice inside screamed: 'Abort! Abort!'
Perhaps best let the Weetabix and fruit digest first, eh?
