After a lot of umming and ahhing I phoned the Local Authority gym yesterday to see about prices and joining. No problem, they said. Come between 11 and 3 and talk it through with our helpful gym membership staff. So I went today at 2.30 - and was told they were on a course but someone would be there after 4.
And what the young, fit and healthy looking receptionist hadn't a hope in hell of understanding was how much it took for this fat forty seven year old to actually talk myself into going this afternoon. I can't face going back as it means taking dd2 now I've collected her from school and she is very tired and wittery - she has only been in full time reception for a week and doesn't cope well in strange places at the best of times.
So, I'm sat here feeling sorry for myself - pathetic isn't it?