Stuart used to have rollerskating lessons when he was little, and actually got quite good (as I found out when we went ice skating together. I was nervous I’d make a fool of myself, but let myself be talked round when Stuart promised we could be rubbish together. I wasn’t impressed at all when he started skating in front of me, backwards, going “Go on, just follow me, it’s easy”)

We’ve been saying for ages that we want to start skating. We’d toyed with the idea of going to Miami and learning at South Beach, but it never quite happened. Then Stuart found out about the Friday Night Skate in London, and got newly enthusiastic about getting out and just doing something.

So we found ourselves at our local skate shop (ukskate.com in Longsight) chatting to the lovely staff who tried not to giggle at us floundering around, and helpfully pointed out that we weren’t too old to go out skating because lots of old people do – they still go out, after all, and some of them are as old as 21!!!

So, we’re now two pairs of salomon skates up, and Stuart’s been whizzing up and down our street while it all comes back to him. I’m less confident – my one and only attempt outside involved me using our wheely bin as a zimmer. I’m not too bad on the carpet, but I have visions of my mother coming and shouting at me for skating inside. Even though it’s my house.

Even if I don’t get down to the Friday Night Skate straight away (you have to be good to do it), I’m hoping that the Easy Peasy skate they run will be doable sometime this summer. Either way, I just want to get good enough to show off in the sun this summer.

Accidentally went to a spin session last night. We’d gone to get ourselves back into the habit of exercising, but got dragged into what we thought was an introductory spin class. It wasn’t – it was the full session. Ooops.

My whole body is aching, yet I feel great. Feel more joined up than I have in months – and that my 30 kilos in 30 weeks target is actually achievable. Hard work, but achievable.