I like that satisfying feeling of sore muscles as I relax in the evening after a work-out.
I like knowing how rock-hard my muscles are – whether that’s looking at my sharply-defined calves in a mirror or even running my hands down my thighs.
I like that clarity of mind – and even the “high” that running gives me.
I like that sense of achievement and satisfaction gained from exercise.
And – arguably, most of all – I love the fact that it means I don’t have to religiously watch what I eat.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not what would be described as overweight – my BMI is about 24 and I don’t even own a set of bathroom scales.
You’ve gathered I’m a driven person – I’m certainly not a coach potato.
Yet Failure is inviting me – it’s like a big, soft, cushy armchair, calling my big, soft, flabby body (so it seems) to settle down.
I’ll freely admit that my eating regime is not meticulously healthy – but then exercise has always been my “get out of jail” card.
Just think – I used to avoid a flabby midriff by doing the “plank” – but now I can’t because that puts weight on my foot too.
Now it seems I must apply myself to disciplined eating – and it’s not a happy situation.
Of course I’m familiar with the regime of “eating sensibly” – and, believe it or not, when I was a member of Weight Watchers that regime was very welcome (and successful!) indeed, not least because it caters for those of us who live in the real world.
So, wanting to get an angle on reality, I approached the cook at my local pub – she’s lost a couple of stone with Slimming World – and she put me in touch with her leader.
Paula, who runs the Slimming World group at Abbey Hulton, Stoke-on-Trent, told me; “I’ve got some members who can’t exercise – and they’re still losing weight every week.
“One lady broke her leg last year, she put on weight with comfort-eating, but she’s lost two stone so far.
“It can be frustrating sometimes if you can’t exercise, but if you get the food on plan you’ll lose weight for sure.”
She did, however, go on to say: “I think that once members have reached Target, the ones who maintain it tend to be active”.
I cannot fault all this – in fact I applaud it.
It is just I have what can best be described as a “hang-up” about dieting.
Without going into gender politics, the psychological aspect bugs me.
Dieting is part of female life, so it seems.
I remember my mother preparing what she happily described as a “skinn-ee lay-dee” salad for herself.
From my teenage years I was acutely aware that the “naughtiness” of eating something that tastes good can give me the type of body I detest.
And now, of course, it’s time to grow up.
Nine weeks since the break and – instead of calories – I’m counting down the weeks ’til I can run again.