When Craig and I were in New York earlier this month, we vowed to join the gym on our return and start to live healthier. It seemed a fair idea at the time –as I remember it was the day I ate 2 chocolate muffins for lunch. The best of days.
I half thought Craig would forget about our little pact once we got home and back to the daily grind of the working week. But nope! Literally on the first day back I found myself at the gym being shown around and before I knew if we were handed our new membership cards.
Now when it comes to exercise, I am not the greatest. My idea of a work out is prancing round the living room to my trusty Davina DVD, and usually getting bored half way through. I am unable to do any of the floor exercises as my cat thinks my pony tail is a new pet and goes into full on attack mode. A particular low point of mine last year was lying on my sofa just watching the Body Coach do multiple HIIT workouts on YouTube – I didn’t even attempt to get up and join in. It made me tired just watching (and lets be frank, he is quite nice to watch).