I’ve only actually gone and done it! 100 days of exercise (over 102 due to impromptu trip to a&e and a fantastic night out where I just couldn’t fit it in because I was having too much fun) AND that’s despite two bouts of a horrible virus. I’ve exercised when I didn’t have time to, didn’t want to and probably shouldn’t have. I have lost not a single pound in weight – not surprised and not really all that bothered because sometimes women’s bodies are battered by hormonal crap you just have to go with – but man I feel better. Stronger, more flexible and capable of actual doing an intermediate level workout. Go me. Being perimenopausal really flattened me at the beginning of this year and things still aren’t anywhere near perfect – but I’m chuffed with myself.

For posterity in addition to every day life I’ve done 6 hours of gardening, 26 hours of walking, an hour of swimming, 2 hours on an exercise bike, 6 hours of run/walks (never did manage Couch25k but I’m perimenopausal so you know), an hour of badminton, an hour of dancing, 7.5 hours of yoga and wait for it…17.5 hours of workouts. In case you can’t be arsed to add that up it’s 68 hours of exercise.

And the most important thing? I’ve raised some money for Cancer Research because I feel helpless and cancer is a bastard. Sending all my love to anyone touched by the awful awful shit of cancer.