I am vaguely aware that there are some people in this world who go on these wonderful sounding things called detox holidays. Whilst I don’t doubt that they must be pretty awful when you’re actually there, you do get to return home wearing clothes that are a size too large and a rather smug healthy glow. In short, the polar opposite to the sort of holiday I have just come back from.
One of the ways I could describe my recent galavanting in the UK would be as a very food-heavy holiday. It started well (steamed local asparagus) but ended badly (second helpings of dauphinois potatoes and too much red wine).
Although I love local food here – and will confess to hugely missing dim sum while away – there’s something appealing in indulging in the food you ate as a child but eat no longer.
Anyway, my return to Singpore, swimming costumes and shorts that are all too tight has coincided with a timely invitation from the lovely Dennis at Breathe Pilates who has invited to me to take part in a thirty day pilates challenge (it’s as if he read my mind).
I have to do an hour’s pilates session each and every day for thirty consecutive days. Me. Who can’t even reach her toes (I like to think it’s because my legs are long, but I’m not sure Dennis will buy that).
As the challenge doesn’t start until around mid-August it still feels a relatively safe distance away and I am buoyed up with enthusiasm for a new regime that I definitely wouldn’t have got around to doing if I was left to my own devices. I only wish it started sooner.