Here’s a little confession for you – I’m horrendously unfit. So unfit in fact that even just a short sprint to catch the bus leaves me feeling wheezy, puffy and I spend the rest of the bus journey with my elbows in the air to resist the pesky sweat patches that are desperately trying to break through. After numerous repeats of this episode, combined with the whole ‘beauty from within’, your skin will thank you etc etc thing (and a new found love for Nike town), I’ve decided to step up my non-existent exercise routine. Feel. The. Burn. Having not partaken in any type of physical activity since P.T lessons at school it’s quite the task, so I’m starting off small. The discovery that a journey round the block equates exactly to one km was a good one, so I’m treating it as a lap and attempting to jog round every other morning (the earlier the better, not as many people about to gasp and groan in the faces of) until I feel up to increasing the mileage. After a week or two of this routine I still have to hold something when I reach the finishing line, but I’m working on it and slowly but surely I’m coming for two km.