I have always had a unhealthy relationship with exercise

 I have always had a unhealthy relationship with exercise. The more I have abused my body with life's little pleasures, the more I have tried to sweat it out with sporadic bursts of activity. My die was cast by my friend's late dad, who was a PE teacher at our school. Vic maintained a rigorous every day workout in his garden gym well in to his 80s, but they also enjoyed sucking down his B&H cigarettes & his Burton ales. Although they regretted his lifelong love affair with the weed, they always said his aim was to "stay fit to enjoy my vices".




I spend time cooped up inside. What I need is a sustainable, free-range regime like Vic's along along with his battered elderly dumb bells & his weather-worn bench & the distressed punch bag hanging outside his back door. All I need is a kickstart.

I will never have anything approaching the constitution or discipline that elderly Vic had even in his 80s. I sense it is now or never for me & a healthie