Sport and I have never really got on - doing it that is. Even as a little kid I knew I was a hopeless case which is why I glued my egg to my spoon on sports day. I thought it was showing initiative but the PE teacher thought otherwise....

At secondary school netball and hockey were horrors to be endured and as for circuit training in the gym, I spent so much time in the sick bay with sudden headaches or stomach cramps that they could have named a wing in my name.

I've always been a curvy girl and, like a lot of women, sometimes there are more curves than at others. So, I decided recently the time had come to confront my intense dislike of exercise and start a regime to try to keep the undulations in check before they were really bursting out all over.

My chosen method of torture is a cross trainer. I thought I was doing ok until it was pointed out that I was only going backwards which wasn't the idea at all. Hmmm.....

Once I'd cracked going the right way, I began to build up my stamina and was mighty chuffed with myself to get up to five minutes. I was proudly telling one of my sporty friends about my breakthrough and wondered why she was looking at me in an affectionate but slightly pitying way. She gently told me that she does an hour and at least six miles.......

So now I'm going to give Zumba a try. After all how hard can it be? Actually, probably a lot harder than I think. Oh well.