Is it just me, or does it seem like everyone and their dog has embarked on a fitness regime this winter?
All I see is runners puffing along the pavements and my local sports centre car park is fit to bursting.
It’s the norm for people to make lifestyle changes at the start of the year but 2014 might be the year the resolutions stick.
Not for me though, you understand.
I took up fitness on January 1, 2012, signing up for a year long membership at a gym.
I last pounded the gym treadmill on January 10 but my bank balance had to endure a pounding for a further 50 weeks.
Seems like this body is more suited for sitting on the couch than sit ups.
But I applaud anyone with enough energy to keep up their fitness regime.
A young girl at my work has always been bigger boned, but last year decided to make a change and started a diet - she’s lost four stones. It’s been lovely to see her confidence increase and she’s now dressing in all the fashionable clothes.
Lauren is now dipping her toes into fitness and seems like every other day she is rushing off for a class.
‘You should come along to one of my classes, Kate’ she said.
‘It’s really social and you do exercise without even realising it.’
I had noticed my trouser button was reaching straining point - when I officially need to take action or buy a size up - so I decided I would join her.
We arrived at the class and I couldn’t help but notice a few things. Firstly it was all females, Second, they were all wearing tiny shorts and lastly, there was a pile of metal poles in the room.
That’s right readers, it was a pole fitness class.
And so, at the ripe old age of 55, I found myself, for the first time in my life I hasten to add, twirling and prancing around a pole.
And Lauren was right, it was so fun I didn’t think it could possibly have been a workout but the next day I was aching.
I think I might keep this class up.
Watch out folks, I’m the oldest (pole) swinger in town.