Today I managed to earn this award on my Apple Watch - 1,000 move goals. I don’t quite know how that’s possible, especially since a burst of energy a month or two ago sent my move goal sky high. But I’ve got a good relationship with the goals on my watch now - not over-taxing myself to try and reach them and then burning out, but using them as motivation to keep going when you just need that little extra push to get an award.

It’s hula-hooping, right? Who knew that hula-hooping was actually hard work? Okay, so you’ve probably guessed it: I am now the proud owner of a Wii Fit. And it’s brilliant. At the moment, I’m still suffering the effects of a cold and wintry three-day stay in a tent, and can’t put the maximum effort into a routine. However, from what I know already, it’s brilliant. I’m not entirely sure how it does it, but the Wii Board knows everything about me!

I got home last night and an enormous silver ball came flying out of the main room into the hallway. Thankfully, I had moved out of the way from my usual “removing shoes” position, and the ball missed me. For a second, I thought I was unknowingly in a remake of The Prisoner. Turns out it was just a gym ball. Has anyone tried to use one of these? I never realised how bad my balance actually is.

When I was in my teenage years, I pretty much lived in my bedroom. I had everything I needed in there, books, music, television, computers. To get out of the house and to get some well-needed exercise, my mother started dragging me along to her keep-fit classes. I wasn’t so sure at first, what with being a body-conscious teenager and all. Actually, they turned out to be quite fun. The emphasis was on the dance rather than the exercise, and I found that I quite enjoyed myself.

Not content with getting through an entire day at work on Monday, I also decided that was the day to go back to the gym. I was really surprised at how happy I was when I got there. Don’t tell anyone I said so, but I actually missed going to the gym. While I was puffing away on the cross-trainer, I plugged my iPod in and played a random playlist. There was some quite uninspirational music.

Today, there was a man in a blue t-shirt and he was floating around the weights section. Every now and then he would lift a really heavy weight a few times, make a lot of grunting noises and let us all know that he was very strong. Then he would put the weight down, and wander round for a bit. He would stalk around the weights in a predatory way, as though he and he alone was man enough to lift those weights.

There’s a woman who works at the gym, she’s actually the one who gave us our induction, showed us how all the machines worked, and expected us to remember which machines worked which muscles and which order to do them in. She’s pretty in a tomboyish kind of way, with spiky dark hair and a piercing on her face. I find this woman very intriguing, and I think it’s because she’s the kind of person I think came out of my old school.

Fitness I don’t think I have ever felt this uncomfortable in my own skin. Therefore the first of my New Year’s Resolutions is definitely to start doing something about this. My usual plan of action would be to stop any kind of food passing my lips for a week or so and then go back to normal. This time, I’m going to do it properly. Cut down on the biscuits, start doing some exercise (ugh) and try and be a lot healthier.

In order to get my lazy backside off the sofa and doing a bit of exercise, but not wanting to go into the big, bad world of outside, I purchased a fitness DVD. I already own the Hotpants Workout (let me tell you now though, I will never wear hotpants), but I was starting to get bored of it and fancied a change. Enter Angela Griffin and her Dance Mix Workout.

Don’t assume, because you are going to a pool full of water, that you won’t be thirsty when you get out. Chlorine is not thirst-quenching. Don’t wear your most precious jewellery to the leisure centre as the heart attack that ensues when you can’t find it, even though you know you stuffed it right into the toe of your trainers, is not fun. If you find that the person before you left their pound in the locker, smile and pick it up, but beware that nothing comes for free.