Bye Bye Cellulite

Would you believe it, I'm actually keeping my resolution and getting to the gym everyday? Well, almost everyday, I didn't go on Sunday because I was too hungover. I spent the day in bed watching Fear and Loathing and Las Vegas, and relating heavily to the scene where they try and blag their way into a Debbie Reynolds show. What is happening to my life?

But putting my fear and loathing incidents aside, I am surprised at how much I'm enjoying the gym. I am almost effortlessly doing double the time on the machines than I was doing last week, without even noticing. I think it may have helped that I've moved on from heavy rock to classic Motown, a bit more uplifiting, and sometimes I forget I'm on a treadmill and think I'm on a dance floor. I probably look like a crazy to everyone else around but I don't care, it's all about getting festival fabulous, right?

As an additional help, I have started wearing
MBT trainers. They are supposed to improve your posture, work out your bum and thighs, and even your abs, because when you walk on them you use your whole foot. I got them yesterday and have so far only braved wearing them in the office. I'm considering wearing them out in the real world but to be honest, the ridicule I received from my co-workers gives me the fear.

The nicest comment I got was that I now walk like a Thunderbird. This is because the soles of the shoes are curved so you can't stand still and my pelvis seems to rock while I walk. That was made by my friend Kathy, but my male co-workers were a lot harsher. I was told by NME news reporter Alan Woodhouse: "If you wore those out I would still talk to you, but I'd seriously wonder why you were wearing them". Alex Miller, acting New Bands Ed here at NME, said to me this morning "They're not the worst trainers I've ever seen, but they're up to." However, the worst was yet to come. Our Production Ed Alan Kindell simply said: "You look special in those shoes Elizabeth." Well, thanks a bunch, guys. I suppose that's what you get for working mostly with men. They tell it like it is. Still, if wearing shoes that look like orthopaedic bricks on my feet get me hot-pant ready I will not hear another word said against them. Maybe if I persuaded he Klaxons to wear them, the whole Indie Rock world might go MBT crazy and would have beautiful thighs too!