I would never be considered to have a model-like figure, unless we were transported back in time to the 17th Century - then myself and the Nigella one would be on the cover of Baroque Monthly!
Curves are good - the Hubs never complains - and my niece wants to have boobies like me when she grows up (dear heaven, no... be nice and manageable like your mother instead). However, the cup was spilling over due to sloth and indolence induced by unemployment and general apathy. Watching The Biggest Loser while eating crisps on the sofa was really wrong. Something had to change.
So, off I wandered down to our SuperShed where we have an cobweb-festooned elliptical trainer which gives me guilty looks every time I open the door to get a bottle of wine or out clothes in the tumble dryer. I hoovered away the grey tendrils, plugged it in, and on I hopped. Holy Sweet Mother of Jesus. I nearly dropped dead from the sheer effort required to move the handles. And I kept glancing at the control panel which wasn't clocking up the kilometres half as fast as I would like. So, I racked my rapidly atrophying brain for a solution to keep me on the Instrument of Torture for longer. And then, as if by magic, it came to me.
Watch TV on the laptop. I am easily distracted, so if an episode of Come Dine With Me or The Amazing Race can keep me going for longer, then who am I to argue? Guess what? It works! I prop my laptop on the BBQ and I can now manage 6km at a time which is great work for somebody with a dodgy knee. I'm trying to do this every second day, more if possible, to get me into a good habit. So far, I've only missed days because I've been hungover (I know... my body is a temple & all that) or migraine-stricken, so I'm rather pleased with my progress. The Hubs is in shock/awe and has now started to go out for a stroll in the evening, so as not to feel left out.
I doubt you'll see me signing up for marathons and fun-runs just yet, but one step at a time eh!