I'm not someone who exercises. In fact, I've long believed people who declare they love exercise to be liars.
As a pre-teen obsessed with 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer', I went to karate classes and got my black belt but this was more about a dogged desire to be like the titular heroine than it was getting fit and being good at a sport. As I got older, my regular exercise lessened dramatically and became simply walking to and from work, and climbing the five flights of stairs up to my tiny Toxteth flat.
In the pandemic, like many workers, our newsroom shut up shop and we all worked from home which meant I was no longer trekking to St Paul's Square on a daily basis, nor was I even attempting those heinous stairs regularly. I gained quite a bit of weight, saw a nosedive in what little fitness I had, and struggled to fit into most of my clothes.
