What twelve weeks actually

I stopped guessing what to do at the gym, which honestly was the whole problem.

I can get off the floor without using my hands now, which sounds small until you’re 61.

The scale did nothing for three months and I stopped caring about the scale.

My shirts fit differently and my mum asked if I was eating enough, so something worked.

Six weeks of thirty-minute sessions in my kitchen beat two years of a gym membership I never used.

I can reach the top shelf without doing that little hop.