Excuse the heavy breathing

I have resolved to - maybe let's say - try to start each day of isolation with a short exercise session. Very short but as you can probably hear over the ether enough to get me panting.

It's a combination of the two classes I do normally. Hopefully as I get into it I will develop it further but for now, today, it takes this form:
cardio involving lots of bouncing and jogging and kicking to George Ezra's Shotgun;
one minute of abdominal crunches;
one minute of ski squats;
one minute of press-ups;
same cardio routine to Shotgun.

In actual fact I did more than one minute of each of the floor exercises because I set the timer on my watch but haven't yet worked out how to make it beep at the end. Tomorrow I will put on my glasses and make sure I've got it right before I begin. Saying that reminds me that I get quite a lot of exercise each day simply looking for the right pair of glasses.

If I don't do some exercise when we finally return to classes it will be hell.

Also I was shocked, shocked to the core I tell you, in Slimming World last night: I had put on two and a half pounds! I never put on that much in a week, even over Christmas or holidays, and I'd had a good week, feeling revitalised and ready to go for it again. I was so stunned I made him restart the machine and weigh me again. With the same result of course.

I always at home first thing on Tuesday mornings as well so I was keen to see what my scales say. I had indeed put on weight but only half a pound. I am beginning to think that good weeks aren't good for me but that ice cream weeks are. So it's a shame that we can't go to Verdi's. 

The children are nagging us like mad to isolate. I am going out today - to the library to stock up again and to buy some fresh food - but I have said I won't after that. This is going to be so peculiar.