I knew I was going to hit a blip with exercise at some point during this 12 weeks and it seems it is now.

As you know, holidays beckoned, came and went, more hospital stuff and lovely weather and still I haven’t been back to the gym (last time was 14 May!!). An attempt was made at the weekend to go to my beloved spin class but there was no space for me – fully booked...

But let me tell you all about my holiday! Lots of laughing, lying around in heaps, eating, drinking, more eating (please don’t send me on another all inclusive!), a bit more drinking, funny weather, cultural visitings, boat and ferry trips, shopping, more eating and drinking and lots more laughing. Interspersed with which was plenty of walking and even some wet exercise (eek water!).

The hotel was situated a good mile from the nearest village so this gave us a daily excuse for a yomp up the beach to visit the shops, catch the bus to somewhere else, get a change of scenery, get on the ferry, etc. The wind was ferocious on some days so this walk consisted of leaning into the wind with a hanky wrapped around the face to stop the sand getting in, not often I have wished to be a camel..., and on other days, scorchio and a real sweat-fest, particularly on the day we got on the ferry because we were running late! Greek time is not what it used to be – bang on time these buses and ferries these days!

I don’t particularly like swimming these days, but the beautiful water was so appealing that I did indulge in one frrrreezing dip off the boat into this crystal clear heaven with nibbly fishes. Although I was put to shame by my friend as she does open water swimming as a hobby (can’t think of anything worse!) and she was in and out of the sea and pool all week. The cold wind kept me out of the pool until nearly the end of the week when I gave in and did a few lengths of my most glamorous breast stroke in this lovely pool, completely rectangular over 25m in length. I also had the opportunity to do my sea otter impression for a bit, although the breaking into clams with stones proved out of my league.

I feel like I probably put half a stone on during that week – oh dear.

Since coming home, this lovely weather (much better than Kos!) has kept me away from the gym. Spent an hour weeding my front garden in the sunshine on the morning of my return and they were triffids by then so it was really hard work. I have yet to tackle the back garden which we think probably needs some flame thrower action first!

So, chill in the back yard at the weekend and in the evening, work all day and it is now Wednesday and no sign of my motivation to return to exercise. And for those of you who don’t know me, I have a poorly eye (scratched eyeball) and have been using that as a reason not to do any formal exercise too. The weather has cooled down a bit now so maybe, just maybe, will make it to Body Pump this evening. Can’t say I’m relishing the thought.