I found a new exciting workout thingie yesterday to try via the on-demand exercise channel. I only recently discovered this genius channel – loads and loads of workout videos, essentially, all loaded onto the channel and you can pick one to play whenever you want and get a workout. It’s free, too (well, it comes with your cable package), which is my kind of price.

This new one was a variant on the kickboxing video I’d been doing semi-regularly for the past month, and had got a little bored with. The video I found yesterday was supposed to add in other exercises to make it more of an ‘abs and buns’ workout. I need nice abs and buns, I thought to myself. Let’s give it a whirl. I thought I managed to keep up with it pretty well, although it was definitely much harder than the other one, and I didn’t skip any of the exercises even when my legs were shaking with effort and I realised how puny my muscles are. Hurrah for me! I exercised. I sweated and pushed myself. I felt quite good for the rest of the day; I was in better shape than I thought, clearly.

When I woke up this morning and nearly fell over getting out of bed, I realised that perhaps I was kidding myself.