So when I got a phone-call from Mum just before I was about to go to my gym class, I answered it with extreme trepidation, as you can imagine. Fortunately, the news is good. She's in a stable condition again and Mum even got to speak to her - sounding pretty rough, but still hanging on in there. I should have been expecting it really. After all, neither of them has had a heart attack or stroke or fall for ages. I think this might be her 4th serious one. They'll just give her another lot of pills to add to her pharmacy and send her home.
After that excitement, I headed out to try out the new gym for the first time in a Body Combat class, which is a bit like Boxercise only with kick-boxing. It was quite fun in an odd way, and after I'd had a quick shower and got my breath back it left me with that slightly energised feeling that aerobic exercise sometimes gives you. The class itself was pretty tiring and after I got out, I treated myself to an M&S Vanilla Bean and Maple Syrup smoothie with my lunch to celebrate my first steps, punches and kicks on the road to fitness. In a week or so, I'll be getting my personalised program and then there'll be no stopping me.