I tried my new gym last night. I had settled into a nice little rut at my old one. I had people who nodded at me, and who I nodded at. I had conversations with people who I saw more than my family but whose names I didn't know. The trainers knew to avoid talking to me due to my single mindedness and generally being a miserable bugger. I liked it and was sad to leave it.

My new gym was already daunting. I tried it out a month ago and I must've spent 30 minutes arguing with the manager and the woman on reception. She wasn't very nice to me; the terms "jobs worth" and "battle axe" would compete equally in a two out of three falls contest as to which one would best describe her. My personal trainer also goes to my new gym, so now I have no excuse for missing a session. Well I say he's my personal trainer, he's actually just my best mate who happens to be a personal trainer.

It started well. The gym was quite empty. There were only a couple of pneumatic, pumped up, shaven headed, scary guys. I make a mental note to never stand near them and always let them go first on any piece of equipment, for fear of being beaten up. During my workout I was only eyed up by two girls. On the "MB Scale of Girl's Prettiness Rating" (patent pending), where Jo Brand is at one end and Sarah Michelle Gellar is at the other. One scored Sharon Osbourne and the other scored Davina McCall. I tend not to get excited until they reach Katie Holmes. Anyway, I'm sure they have very nice personalities.

The most important piece of equipment was nice to me.
The scales say I have lost weight!
I am growing to like this place.