Well, here I am on the third week of 'week one' and still not yet feeling ready to move on to week two...I suppose to be fair to myself, I'm trying to redress a lifetime of exercise avoidance (other than when the kids were young and I was doing circuit training at the PTA ..one of our 'dads' was a county player and I remember thinking that it was quite easy, feeling a bit smug when I saw how some of the others struggled...lol...what goes around comes around, eh!!)
I went out this afternoon to try to see whether a different time of day might feel less arduous. It didn't. However I gritted my teeth and kept going, as you do...and I'm now showered and waiting for my tea to cook, feeling tired but glad that I went out despite the usual argument with my 'lower self' which was trying to dream up all sorts of valid reasons not to go!
Still, this is my third week and somehow I'm still going. I do find it easier running when it's less hot, I must admit, That's got to be partly to do with my weight so there is every reason to continue.
I also bought a proper stainless steel ball type ice cream scoop with a spring in the Lakeland sale today...in the hope that having three pretty measured balls of ice cream in a dish as opposed to great unfettered lumps of it, might help to moderate my serious salted caramel ice cream obsession.
I'm going to do this, dammit!