Kayaks, clip boards and spinning for Prince Edward.

As I go all things NF show for a week, I thought I would share some of the memories with you.

The New Forest show has been an important date in my calendar my whole life. From coming as a child with my mum to actually competing there in the Prince Philip Gymkhana games when I was around 11 to going as a teenager with my mates and hanging out in the fun fair.


Going full circle, I took my own daughters regularly - the memory of trying to push a pushchair through wet straw covering the flooded concourse one particularly wet summer didn't put us off.

There was another year when my girls were around 6 and 8. We were watching some horse event and an elderly couple started to set up camp next to us, he getting out his shooting stick and making quite a theatre of driving it into the ground and opening up the top into a seat - both girls watching with keen interest as he reversed in and started to lower his rather portly posterior before misjudging the seat and ending up flat on his back with his feet in the air to which my youngest clapped her hands and said “that was so funny, can you do it again?”. 

They had to endure more of our company as the stunt riders galloped in and did their thing, leaping over the backs of their horses from side to side before jumping up to stand bare back as the horses galloped around the ring, to which my eldest said in such a casual tone “oh, we do that in pony club all the time.”


I still have a corn dolly dressed from the “rag bag” in the kids area that my youngest took such care to style as a pirate. For some reason we named him Percival Montgomery and to this day he stands on a shelf in my office. 


There were the in between years - having come down from Yorkshire with a friend and watching the birds of prey in the main arena and the man giving us a talk about training and care of the birds. He then released the eagle that was sitting on his arm and off it flew… and flew… and flew until it was “nobbut a speck in the sky”…poor chap kept blowing little peep peeeeeps on his whistle to this little dot in the distance. I have no idea if they were reunited. 


Once returned to living back here, I did around 6 or 7 years standing for Naomi House having been on the committee for decades and remembering the year that rain met gales and the our entire marquee took off.

There was another very memorable year in 2012 when Queen Elizabeth visited as part of her Diamond Jubilee. As we all know ,she was a serious horsewoman but I am led to believe she impressed more than a few with her in depth knowledge of the New Forest blood lines


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Thursday Sept 10th. 10.30am. The Larder, Early Court. Lymington. All friends of Juliet's Pilates welcome.


Enjoy the bank holiday and see you for a busy Autumn! 

I had 2 or 3 years with New Forest health and Leisure, in my capacity as Pilates teacher and along with loads of other instructors, we did express class demo’s.There was a very memorable year in this chapter when we were getting a royal visit from HRH Prince Edward. Some official gave us a brief talk on how to address him etc. and the idea was that we were all on our spinning bikes and would be in full flow as he arrived. It was a very hot year and we were in a marquee but we did as we were told, pedalling furiously every time they hissed “he’s here, he’s here” and slowing down a bit when they said “no, false alarm” - this went on FOR AN HOUR.. when he finally did arrive, he actually spoke to me  - me with my  hair stuck to a sweaty, red face. 

“I can imagine that is hot work” he said and I replied “well I wouldn’t be this sweaty if you had arrived on time” IN MY HEAD as out loud I said something like “Yes Sir, jolly warm”


One of my favourite stories is from one of the security guys who told me about years, ago, a very anxious old lady who couldn't find her car at the end of the show. I’ve been there. It’s horrible. He kindly offered to help her and they spent a good hour walking the vast parking areas before she was delighted to recognise her car number plate. As she approached her car, the security guy said “madam, YOU HAVE A KAYAK STRAPPED TO YOUR ROOF” - to which she replied “Oh, silly me. I completely forgot. My grandson bought it this morning and asked me to bring it home for him”.


And so the dizzying heights of being part of the Trade stands committee. We support the Show ground teams and all the trade stands. We start from the Saturday as vendors and livestock start to arrive but it is the Monday (day before ) that is really busy. 


After gate security, we are the first face you see on the ground and we direct you to where you are going and so on.

Particular joys - putting my hand up in acknowledgement along with a smile to welcome the vehicle, that drives straight past me without so much as a glance. These people are very, very important. 

Walking towards a slowing vehicle with open window to say “can I help you with directions” to be told “nope” as vehicle pulls away. These people are also very important, 

Fortunately they are very much in the minority as most people are really happy as the carnvial atmosphere builds. 

Last year, on the final day, after a dreadful heatwave, the skies turned black, It was very nearly the end of show and the Musical drive of the Heavy horses had just started. I was sitting ring side with my daughter - this has always  been my  favourite show  to watch and weirdly makes me really emotional, I have no idea why. Maybe the grace and majesty of these huge horses, 

Anyway, they were doing their wonderfully choreographed routine when, from the blackest sky you can possibly imagine there was the most almighty clap of thunder. My daughter and I stared at each other and remarked how, looking at around 30 huge, heavy horses in the ring this could be a disaster. Of course what happened was that these magnificent horses never put a foot wrong as the heavens opened and the rain came down like stair rods with dramatic thunder and lightning - the show continued and what made it all the more special was that no-one left. We all moved under the stands and, like I have never seen before and oh, so terribly British, everyone started cheering and singing and stamping their feet.


The first year I joined the Trade stands, I brought a young and bouncy Bertie the Labrador. Now,for the 3 days pre show, there is one burger van open on the ground to feed everyone. (I know you are already ahead of me on this). Bertie leaped out of the boot and stood stock still - nose in air. He sniffed, he sniffed again before the split second half backward glance - the opportunity to either distract or grab him. I did neither and he set off, half the length of the show ground with me in hot pursuit. Despite being ABSOLUTELY FURIOUS with him, I couldnt help but marvel at his magnificence as his muscles rippled ‘neath gleaming golden coat shining in the sun, barely a breath of dust underneath him as his feet hardly touched the ground in his speed. Little bxxxxxxd. 

By the time I got to him, he was on his second bread roll. 

Forward to this year when I got his ramp up to the boot, held his hips to guide him down whereupon he lifted his nose, acknowledged adventures of yesteryear before taking his place on his bed by our cabin where he lay each set up day, watching the world go by. 

Gretle the Jack Russell is a rescue you may recall and the first year I brought her, that first day, every time a tractor started up or a post was knocked into the ground, she leapt six feet in the air, turning herself inside out in one of her moments of needless overreaction. By the end of the last set up day, she was laid between Bertie’s front feet, snoozing while marquees and fence posts were put up around her and this year lay across the front door so I could not leave without her. 


This year on the first day, I was given a new VIR (very important role). I was to help the judges who were judging the trade stands. Two visiting judges who run county shows in Somerset and Dorset were to walk the show and select winners in 5 categories

We don't do every section but we do visit 600 stands. SIX HUNDRED. I was the scribe and was highly entertained by my fellow steward Martin: far senior to me and hugely experienced and having worked in the Forestry commission for 40 years, I was once again learning all sorts as we walked the show. He introduced me to “Tools for self reliance” - a charity based stand who collect tools and basic machinery, refurbish it and send to African countries. Just this month they are sending 500 refurbed sewing machines. They are based just up the road in Netley marsh.

One thing that did amuse me was how people sit up and take note when they know they are being judged. My biggest take away from this - if you want people to pay attention and show you their best side, pop on a lanyard and pick up a clipboard! 


.I have grown up on the forest, as have my daughters. Riding, cycling, running, walking. Picnics, games of rounders, paddling in the streams, camping.

I adore the forest and value what it gives us and for me, being part of the (huge) volunteer team at the New Forest show is to be around others who love the forest as I do, who treasure it and who want to preserve it and nurture it in addition to educating others about the livestock, the wildlife, the flaura and fauna and how to care for it and respect it.

For me, it is giving back to something that continues to give me so much. To be part of a community who love where we live and also to be around people who I may never otherwise cross paths with.

There is not a year goes by, I don’t learn something new. 

In recent years one of my favourite experiences was in the Old Farming section. I met Joanna Foat who wrote “The Lumberjills. Britain’s forgotten army”. 

She only discovered them in 2012 while working for the Forestry commission and many of those still alive were so resentul at how they had been overlooked and I quote “Many of the Lumberjills I met were upset that they had not been recognised for their contribution to the war, so I wanted to make sure they were remembered. Now their incredible feats of physical and mental endurance and stories inspire women today. Given the freedom and opportunity to work together out in the forest, the Lumberjills became very strong and were a huge success.’” 

Joanne’s talks included actual archive news reports and she displayed photos of these remarkable women - “Girl power” like you can’t imagine. I found her talks very moving and deeply humbling. Do read her book and look her up online. She is also currently exhibiting at the New Forest Heritage centre in Lyndhurst until 17 August so if you can, go along. I definitely will. 


I watched the brilliant sheep shearing for a bit - very funny and very entertaining and did you know that the “not very pleasant, poo’ey, muddy fur” from under the tummy goes off to be used in felt and yes, in felt tip pens? No, me neither! 


It is hard work and the days are very long. Aside from the pre show days, on the 3 show days we arrive to start by 7am, rarely leaving before 6.30pm. We are covered top to tail in dust, are a bit sunburnt and frazzled;  my fridge is full of local cheeses and chutneys with weird names and I may have bought yet another hat….and I love every moment of celebrating our beautiful New Forest. 

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Very little to add here. We had a very funny Commonwealth Games themed morning on Monday and thank you for indulging me as we swam, ran, played netball and boules, cycled and rolled around! Why not have some fun now and again.


No new content in library but well done to everyone who has been really busy taking advantage of the "on demand" classes.

Next week I head up to Scotland for a Pilates weekend with my favourite gurus, Michael and Malcom. I have decided to make a road trip of it and Gretl and I are heading North in the camper van and taking a few days off, so another short week in the live classes department and thank you to Lisa who is very kindly Bertie sitting while we are away. As always please check your calendar. You all know that when I am back, the calendar will be heaving with new classes!


Have a fabulous weekend, see you Mon and Tues next week (extra class Monday again).

Jx


By juliet • October 24, 2026
Many decades ago when I was starting my teaching qualifications , a very wise tutor advised us on the importance of regular breaks. As she explained, apart from educating, we are using our voices (often over loud music in large rooms) but also our bodies and therefor regular rest is essential. Teaching multiple exercise classes a week is exhausting. What a superb idea! One that I carried over to share with my students some 17 years later as a teacher trainer and one that I see many of them have had the good sense to stick to. I however, have continued down Hypocrisy street, often advising others to listen to their body, take rest, don’t expect too much of yourself.. while I have just soldiered on. The “getting regular rest” bit however, I have always struggled with until a couple of weeks ago when I was totally felled and spent nearly an entire week in bed. I can come up with any amount of mitigation but the fact was that one of my favourite quotes jumped up and hit me between the eyes “Choose to make time for your wellness or you will be forced to make time for your illness”. I promise you, as I cleared my diary and cancelled work, I did acknowledge the irony and decided this time to take a good long, hard look at me. My life, my lifestyle and where I needed to make changes. As I was wallowing in a huge pit of “boo hoo, poor me”, I came up with the idea of firebreaks. I remember several years ago, an aunt who lives in Croatia telling me about the local authority digging new firebreaks in the hillside behind her house and that image came to mind when I was wondering about what I needed to do and this seemed a very suitable word. A big trench built into the ground to stop a wildfire spreading and becoming out of control. A 6 week firebreak - just a few days every 6 weeks to STOP. Leave the mounting fatigue and overwork at the edge of the firebreak and STOP, to move across to the other side of the trench to some calm and some quiet. Re set priorities, catch my breath, take a fresh look at things. I have a lot going on behind the scenes lately and my typical inner voice is to say “yeah, yeah, who doesn’t? Just shut up and keep going” but I am slowly (oh! SO slowly) starting to acknowledge and accept that I can no longer keep up the pace of old me. I heard a really good phrase that I have used a lot - “I need to close a few tabs”and yes, that is EXACTLY it! I need to stop and close a few tabs and every 6 weeks, delete the temporary hard drive and do a reboot! I say 6 weeks as this mirrors the school terms and the very necessary half and full term holidays. So, that is my plan and you will see from now on, every few weeks I am going to take a few days here and there to stop. Why am I telling you this? Because as an obsessive, I find it very, very hard to stop so to put it out here makes me far more accountable as you all now know my plan but also as I would like to ask you - what do you do? When it’s getting too much, when you know you need a break, when you are feeling overwhelmed- what do you do? Do you do what I do and just carry on regardless until you crash or have you found ways to manage? Maybe you have always had an inbuilt discipline to help you prioritise and step away from time to time and for that I salute you. Also because we all need to stop now and again - I know I am not alone in trying to just keep going but seasons, age, events of life all have an impact and while the world around us seems ever busier and asking more from us, we need to be able to shut the door on it. I started writing this during my time lying on the sofa but decided to park it up and come back to it when I felt better and now seems a bit more timely anyway as the clocks change, the days shorten and we all feel a bit different. We tend to wake later, have a little less energy, maybe a little less creative thought or proactive attitude. A few generations ago, we lived far more by the rules of daylight meaning we were high achievers in the summer months, while getting more indoor time and longer sleep in the winter months. As with so many areas, while our lives have evolved and we expect full performance from ourselves 12 months a year, I am not entirely sure that our bodies, circadian rhythms, energy levels, emotional capacity have matched. Last year when I was struggling (in November - I do see a pattern!) a very lovely friend bought me the most wonderful book and just this week I have bought a copy for another good friend. “Wintering “ by Katherine May is a joy of a read and if you haven’t yet, do yourself a favour and pick up a copy. She refers a lot to Scandinavian habits and lifestyles and how to recognise our need for hibernation from time to time. I particularly love her chapter on “saunering” and how it is so much more than sitting in a hot room. I recall reading about an Icelandic tradition called Jólabókaflóð, meaning “Christmas book flood”. People give one another books on Christmas Eve , then spend the evening curled up reading their new books, often with chocolate or a warm drink. I think that sounds absolute heaven - what a wonderful thing to do. I still stand 100% by the Pillars of Life -exercise, diet, fresh air, sleep, social interaction and rest but now acknowledge that there are a couple I have got to give more respect to! Rest is very different from sleep and I have now acknowledged that another area I have to address is diet as for me, food and all that cooking and prepping is so dull, I will do anything to avoid it. That's another little goal for me for the Autumn so if you have an easy "go to" vegetarian recipe, do send it my way. So, on this rainy weekend as the sun has not even bothered to show her face and the clocks change to give us shorter days, what are YOU going to do to help with some gentle hibernation, self protection and winterising. I am going to pick up my copy of Wintering and lie on the sofa for an hour with a cup of tea and snoozing dogs. The other jobs will wait for me… won’t they?
By juliet • October 2, 2026
I know I am very late to the party but I have finally conceded and am watching Traitors. 2 episodes in, I admit to being rather invested I have always avoided it as the idea of watching people lying, deceiving, cheating and betraying those closest to them just filled me with horror. Reminded me a little too much of growing up in the family home to be honest! However, I really liked the look of this latest lineup, so I decided to give it another try and off we go! People trying to deceive other people into believing they are something that they are not. The fact is though that to borrow a famous quote from the Greek orator Demosthenes, “nothing is so easy as to deceive one’s self”. How true that is. We are rather good at it, aren’t we? “I haven’t got time to exercise,” we say, before settling down to watch several people in a castle spend an hour discussing who looked a bit shifty at breakfast. “I’ll start when life is less hectic.” A lovely idea, although who is still waiting for this mythical period of calm. Apparently it arrives just after we’ve cleared the inbox, sorted the cupboards, tidied the house and become an entirely different person! The trouble is, most of us already know what would do us good. A bit more movement, some strength work, an earlier night, a little less sugar, a little more fresh veg. But knowing it and actually doing it are two very different things, and in between sits a highly persuasive little voice with a seemingly endless supply of excuses. Who can turn “I don’t really feel like it” into a convincing argument involving the weather, an urgent pile of admin and family demands? I know I can but of course the irony is that by the time we have finished explaining why we can’t possibly exercise, (or do whatever job it is we are postponing) we could have already done twenty minutes. Of course, sometimes we really are tired, busy or in need of a rest. But sometimes we’re just hoping that the next version of us will be more enthusiastic. Monday's (or January's or when the kids go back to school) version of us is apparently going to be terribly motivated, much better organised with endless energy and no interest in munching through a packet of biscuits. That’s quite a lot to expect of her. Perhaps we could make a start today—even ten minutes of movement would give her one less thing to make excuses about. Then we can return to judging the people in the castle, with slightly less evidence against us! So, are you a Faithful or a Traitor? Faithful to your goals and all those promises you made yourself, or quietly plotting against your hardworking body? When I think of my poor old body, the (many!) years it has carried me, though childbirth, accidents, injuries and surgeries, too much exercise, not enough exercise, late nights and too much booze and yet it keeps turning up, trying to heal and repair to the best of it's ability and am I faithful to it? well, sometimes and I hope mostly yes but am I a traitor too? Hell yeah! Do I take every opportunity to support, nurture and care for my body? well... not every opportunity.. if my body was sitting at the round table talking to my conscience would it be writing my name on the card for disqualification while I frantically fight my corner with reasons why I can be trusted to do what is right? Ok - October challenge . Don't try and "do it all" because that is too much and unrealistic and only leads to a sense of failure but how about you pick one job that you have been avoiding, telling yourself you will do it but not actually getting round to it. Look at your diary and pick a time that is realistic and that can be stuck to. Put the task in your diary and complete it before the end of the month - it might be a house task, a conversation you have been avoiding or yes, taking up more regular exercise. Rather than trying to come up with excuses that sound convincing, perhaps it’s time to prove we are faithful with a few more squats, or emptying that overflowing drawer of junk or going for a regular, long walk. No cloak required! What’s the biggest whopper you have told? Could you be a Traitor? I have a Traitor story from years ago. When I was around 15 I was home alone and can only think I was bored and fed up. Having never really been previously interested in alcohol, I raided my parents’ drinks cabinet. They had a little bar with a row of optics but as they very rarely drank themselves, some of these bottles were ancient; left overs from various parties. Think Cinzano, Creme do menthe… I am feeling rather nauseous just writing this. I remember one was blue - what could that have been? Anyway, I worked my way along the bar, having no idea of adding ice, watering down, mixers etc and after about an hour I thought I was going to die. For some reason, I wanted to die discreetly so wandered down the garden and ended up in the back of my sister’s Hillman Minx and promptly passed out. I didn’t die and when I woke up, I managed to wind down the window and get my head out before being violently sick and then staggering back to the house. Some time later I heard my sister screeching about the state of her car. I walked out with my mother and we both surveyed the scene. I have no idea what prompted me but I just said “bloody seagulls” and my mother nodded. I mean give me some credit here; a) neither of them questioned how I could recognise seagull poo b) they never questioned that judging by the state of the car, this particular seagull must have been the size of a small pony and c) we lived in North London. Never was a seagull spotted flying over Enfield. Having always thought I was a terrible liar, as I read this back I am beginning to think I could be a very good Traitor! While there are countless stories of traitorous behaviour in wars and religion, possibly the oldest and most famous traitor might be Judas who betrayed Christ with a kiss and even today being called a Judas is hugely insulting while in Macbeth, Shakespeare writes "There's daggers in men's smiles".... So…. What is your best traitor lie? Completely changing the subject... I have been keeping notes and observations for over 2 decades of working in the fitness industry and I have been having fun recently making my own version of a play on the vintage Ladybird books. I do hope you do not think I am the traitor here - all names have been changed and if you see your name, it is purely coincidental..... moooooowahahhahah! I have named mine The Woodpecker guide, as a "banging your head on a tree" publication. I have had quite a laugh and it is all very much tongue in check and a bit of fun. If you don't follow me on socials, you might fancy having a look - watch my playlist here (open and just hover over the page and it will start playing. )
By juliet • September 27, 2026
I have been having a huge sort-out and declutter over the last couple of weeks. Having moved house 29 times and counting,, (yes, really. My mother used to say I must have Gypsy blood in me and let's be frank: she ought to know!!), I like to brag that I am not a hoarder and don’t have much clutter. But, to be honest, my loft and garage were groaning at the seams and, hit with a burst of energy and enthusiasm, I went to battle. I have been selling on Vinted (how easy is Vinted, and why do I get so excited to see that I have made a £4 sale on an old jumper that I now have to wrap up, drive to the post office and send on its way?!). I have sold on eBay and Facebay and am almost on first-name terms at the local tip. If you need advice on which bay to take your item to, I’m your girl on that score. And DO NOT try to sneak something into general rubbish if it has metal in it — they will swoop on you like the Flying Monkeys in The Wizard of Oz. The fact is, though, that it showed me how far I have come in my own life. For me, it meant letting go of a lot of things that belong to times gone by: items I was previously not brave enough to let go of, but that no longer served me in any way. I was hanging on to things that were not even connected to my own memories, but belonged to other people and their memories. For me, it has been massively freeing, liberating and also very satisfying. I took time to reflect on how much I have grown and what progress I have made after some very difficult and traumatic experiences over an increasingly long life! Why am I telling you this? Well, because it is important for us to take time to reflect sometimes on how far we have come and what success looks like. Let’s bring this round to my world and make it relevant to sport, exercise and fitness. I often get people asking how to tell if they are getting better in their classes. Well, lifting heavier, doing more reps or doing an exercise at a more advanced level are very obvious signs. However, what if you choose not to lift heavier or don’t want to do the exercise at a more advanced level? How then? Just turning up! If you were one of those who made endless excuses and skipped classes at every opportunity, and now turn up regularly, then congratulations! That is progress. If you used a cancelled class or a holiday as an excuse to skip, and now find a different way around it to make sure you still exercise, then give yourself a pat on the back! You have progressed. If you are making sure you get a couple of earlier nights after a lifetime of being a night owl, if you reach for fruit instead of biscuits, if you have a glass of water before reaching for the coffee jar, if you ignore the “I can’t be bothered” voice and are bothered, then be proud. There is progress right there. I come back to a quote I have used before: talk to yourself as though you are your own best friend. How quick are we to chastise and criticise ourselves, and would we ever speak to our best friend like that? Of course we wouldn’t! If a friend said, “I feel such a failure — I didn’t do XYZ today,” you would jump in and immediately point out all the things they HAD done to outweigh what they might have missed. So get used to saying it to yourself! As I sat on a box in my garage, having a few tears about finally having the courage to throw out a few things that nobody had wanted in the first place, I also took a moment to say, “Bloody well done, Juliet! That took guts — good for you!” Yes, I do talk to myself like that, and it also makes me smile! Who better to champion us than ourselves? Be your own best friend and take time to recognise what progress looks like in its many forms. When that negative voice starts niggling with the failures, STOP IT IN IT'S TRACKS and let the positive voice take over. Being positive is a powerful tool, which is why, in my classes, I jump on anyone who starts with “Oh, I hate this” or “I can’t do this”. Apart from already limiting yourself before you have even started, it impacts everyone around you, who also start to question themselves. I had a brilliant message from one of our online members this week who is currently on holiday to say that she carried her paddle board the whole distance that last year required her to stop for a rest several times. Back in the Summer, another member messaged me to tell me that she helped her son and daughter in law move hose and after all her strength training classes, was flinging boxes about and they could not believe how strong she was and how much energy she had. This is exactly what I am talking about - using our classes to help us see progress in other areas of our lives that we may not have thought about! Hit head-on! Maybe this time you will — and if you don’t? Well, approach it with a positive attitude. That way, rather than feeling you have failed, you can recognise that you tried and gave it your best. Next time, you may get further and see what progress looks like! I must have been talking out loud about the need for some decluttering, as this came up on my social media feed recently. If, like me, you have cleared out a deceased family member’s home, saying to yourself that you will never inflict that on your own kids, or you just know that it would be a good job to do before the end of the year for a fresh start next January, then maybe this will help. According to feng shui, clutter in our home isn’t random. It is a map of where the energy in our life is stuck: Overflowing cupboards? Old identities. You are keeping clothes for lives you no longer live and a version of you that is no longer you. Heal by filling just one bag and donating it. Today. Unopened bills? Financial avoidance . Your finances will not change just because you ignore the post. Healing — open every bill, write down the due dates and handle the smallest amount first. Crowded bedside table? A mind that never stops. Every book, cup and charger becomes one more uncompleted task. Clear the top and leave only what supports sleep and is required immediately on waking. Purse full of old receipts? Untracked spending. Your money is mixed with proof of things you barely remember buying. Healing — one card to spend with. Check the receipts, then throw them away or file them if needed. A drawer of unwanted gifts? Borrowed guilt. You are giving space to things you never wanted because someone else chose them. Healing — keep the love and care behind the gift. Donate the gift without apology. Garage full of abandoned projects? Promises made to an older version of you . Every item quietly asks for attention. Healing? Choose what matters to you and start that project. Give away what no longer interests you. Freezer full of forgotten food? Grocery money frozen in place . Buying before using what you already have turns good intentions into waste. Healing — plan three meals from the freezer before going back to the supermarket. Shoes and bags blocking the front door? Your home greets you with decisions before you have even stepped inside. Healing — clear your landing space so that coming home feels like arriving, not facing outstanding tasks. Which one applies to you? Which one might you start with? And then, don’t forget to reward yourself for the progress you have made and how you have grown. Give yourself permission. Don't really want it anymore? Get rid of it and embrace the progress you just made! Let the Autumn trees show us how healthy it is to let go!
By juliet • September 17, 2026
It's been an exciting week. Yesterday I spent the afternoon with a TV film crew and while I cannot wait to tell all, I am not allowed... yet! What I will say is that after an hour blow drying my hair, I spent 2 hours in a windy field and really need not have bothered! Tonight, I am off up the M1 to a Fitness convention. I cannot wait for this too! I love the presenters and getting new ideas and creative juices flowing as well as mixing with fellow teachers but if you want some revenge for how hard I work you, please know I will be in back to back classes all day. To be fair, it is my idea of fabulous but it will be full on! Just you wait until I bring it all back home with me! I do realise that exercise and fitness is my world. It always has been since school and I truly realise that it is not for everyone, at least not to the extent that it is for me. However.. I was teaching last week and, at the end of the class, someone came up and said, “I won’t see you for two weeks as I’m going on holiday. I’ll miss my classes.” Quick as a flash, I suggested she join us online so that she could continue with her exercise, to which she replied, “Er, hello? It’s a HOLIDAY!” And there it is. Right there! Now, I have to jump in here and say that the vast majority of my online clients keep things ticking over no matter what. You join in from holiday or use the library, if you’re not taking advantage of other exercise options available to you. I think being so used to the convenience and easy access online means it has become part of life and like me, you really miss it if you have to miss it! Most of you would honestly never really consider going more than a few days without exercise, and I LOVE you for that. OF COURSE we all need a holiday and a break from the norml, but I ask you this: when you go on holiday, do you stop cleaning your teeth? If you take medication, do you leave it at home? Do you lie in the sun with no SPF and spend a fortnight without moisturising your skin? I bet you don’t, because these are all things we do to look after ourselves and keep ourselves well. So why stop exercising? When I’m asked about my habits, when I say that I’m teetotal (3 years and counting), try to eat well using an 80/20 approach, lift weights, get my steps in, practise Pilates and get several early nights every week, Oh! the number of people who have told me how boring I am! It used to bother me, but I honestly don’t mind anymore. A) these are my life choices to help me be where I want to be mentally and physically. Plus b) if being healthy, sleeping well, feeling strong and maintaining a sensible weight is boring, then yup, that is me! I don’t want whatever “interesting” might be! I have been on the other side and so I know the effort it takes initially to make change but for me, these choices work better by a country mile which is why I am so passionate about the benefits that I want to share with you. (Please note. I drink coffee by the gallon, LOVE curry and deep filled cheesy pizza and if I even get a hint of anything that combines peanut butter with chocolate, I can't be held responsible for my actions as I will climb over anyone to get to it - the Nigella peanut butter chocolate cheesecake can almost reduce me to tears of joy and I cannot have peanut butter in the house as I will literally eat the whole jar in one sitting until my tongue is stuck to the roof of my mouth. There have been many times that I have been climbing the stairs to my home gym to a training session I have committed to, using words that are not appropriate to share here but but have been known to turn Bertie's hair curly so no. I am no saint) The defining moment is when exercise becomes part of life . It is as much a part of our week as cleaning our teeth. I will never forget visiting someone who had spent a FORTUNE on her new kitchen. It was indeed something to behold. However, it had been such a huge project that she had chosen to skip her classes in order to prioritise it. She explained that she was just too busy (aren't we all?)....While her kitchen was indeed shiny and beautiful, she meanwhile had put on a stone, her niggly knee had returned and she felt really awful about herself. She is not alone by any stretch. How many of us can identify with this? I cannot tell you how many people "explain to me" why they don’t have time to exercise or have to miss classes. And I get it. I really do. When it comes to excuses, I consider myself something of an expert but… Being poorly is REALLY time-consuming, and then everything else has to stop. Remember that quote I have used before: “ We never think about our health until we don’t have it, and then we think of nothing else.” If you are someone who tends to go through feast-or-famine phases with exercise, then perhaps it is time to change your thinking. No one needs you to go to the gym six days a week. You don’t need to buy equipment and new clothing. It does not need to be hours and hours and ruin your lovely holiday plans. Just getting out of the door to walk, going up and down the stairs, skipping or dancing — there are SO MANY ways to move, raise your heart rate and get exercise into your life. Stuck at home with the kids? Put on some music and dance with them, or take them into the garden to kick a ball. Visiting family and restricted on time? Do you have time to boil an egg? Good! While it cooks, five minutes of stepping up and down the bottom step of the staircase will get your ticker beating and your circulation going. Want a relaxing holiday? Fab. Me too. Want to come home half a stone heavier and have that “starting all over again” feeling when you return to your regular class? No, me neither. Maybe it is time to change your thinking. Rather than exercising for that special event or to slim into a favourite outfit, consider this: exercise is for life, not just for Christmas. Make it a regular daily feature, and over time it will become part of life, as second nature as cleaning your teeth and sticking on the washing. If you are someone who takes longer to come up with excuses than it actually takes to do the class, why not set yourself a challenge for October? How many different ways can you exercise and move, stretch, lift, push, pull and more? Dog walking, gardening, dance classes — these all count. Start now, and by Christmas (dare I? Dare I?!) you could already have a routine that feels like part of your daily schedule. Instead of that “OMG, New Year, back to it” feeling, you could start 2027 already doing something that has become so much a habit that you don't even think about it. Diarise it just as you would a meeting or a hair appointment . (well obviously more often than a hair appointment but you get my point). Put it in the diary and make an appointment between you and your mat, gym or studio. I don’t want to preach. Truly, I don’t. But I do want to share with you just how much you can do for yourself by simply prioritising exercise. If you are one of those people — and there are a lot of you — who are always saying, “Oh, I know I must do something,” “I should start,” or “I know it’s good for me,” I ask you: what is stopping you? Go on! Buy a shiny new diary and start today. Journal your fitness journey and, at the end of each week, look back at how much you have achieved. It really helps to write it down. If you diarise it in advance, you will be more likely to stick to it. Just being accountable to yourself can be an incredibly effective tool, but why not rope in a friend or family member? For the record, I have a whiteboard in my office that I call "My board of accountability" and despite having Garmin and Strava and Peloton clocking up my data, it is writing it down with a black sharpie on that board that focuses me. I do a month at a time and for me, seeing it written downreally works and if I have skipped a day that I was due to train (because I too can come up with excuses ) that gap on the board is a very powerful nudge. Find that wonderful lightbulb moment when prioritising exercise becomes a fact of life, rather than just another class you need to book. Lasting changes take time. Quick results can easily lead to a quick slip back into the old ways. The day you accept that fitness is for life is the day you can settle in and enjoy the ride.
By juliet • September 10, 2026
It was lovely to see lots of you yesterday for our “Coffee and catch up” . It is always so good to see each other in person and I love our socials and getting together. I know those of you further afield are a bit left out of this and I really hope that lots of you have the Christmas lunch in your diary to come on down (or up) but I am also working on a London day out before then as a central meet up for everyone scattered around this country as least. Those abroad are a bit harder to reach. Perhaps we should hire a coach and go driving around Europe and find you all! Either which way, it is always a joy to see you “in civvies” and off your mat. We have been working really hard on the fundamentals over the last couple of weeks, covering breath, understanding imprint versus neutral, better control and precision and I have had some great feedback on this so thank you too! Working more slowly is, for some of us still a work in progress. I do know that a lot of you will be very glad to see me slightly further away and back on my mat.. although I am very much enjoying being right up at the screen so don’t hold your breath! I am getting a lot from observing you closely and seeing what you are getting from me and what adjustments I also need to make. I have been talking weights quite a lot recently and fear not - I will move on but I am on my soapbox so let’s see this one through, not least because in October the British Heart Foundation are doing the “Strong woman challenge” so if you find them on your socials or go to their website and want to join, you will be well prepared (and if you do, please post and tag me too and thank you Lou for drawing my attention to thi s). Ok, so we know why. The many, many benefits. We know how frequently and hopefully last week helped explain what a heavy weight will be to each individual. Now let’s talk about the different styles of lifting. If you are doing your own thing at home or in the gym, you will very probably keep it simple. I usually do. Select 8 - 12 exercises. Repeat each one 8 - 12 times. Repeat this 3 times.
By juliet • September 3, 2026
As the schools go back and the weather takes a dramatic turn, there is no doubt that Autumn has invited herself along. If you need any more convincing, apparently Tesco has got Christmas foods on display. Bonkers! SUE SUE SUE - I'm sorry for those who thought I had finally lost the plot (and GREAT to see two of you laughing as much as me) as I managed to squeeze that into a class online yesterday. Still making me laugh out loud. If you havent yet seen Ann Droid on Iplayer, do yourself a favour and settle in. It has got to be one of the daftest, funniest things I have seen in a very long time, and having started to use Chat Gbt a lot more, it is uncannily accurate. I met one of our fabulous online friends for coffee this week and every time we drifted into more serious subjects, we just kept coming back to quoting lines from the series like a couple of daft kids. A great tonic if you need a bit of a lift. And so to weights... It can be really overwhelming. I saw a post recently online that said "I feel more peer pressure in my 50's to eat protein and lift weights than I ever did in my teens to take drugs"! You can't go too far without being bombarded with podcasts, documentaries, magazine articles and radio interviews all promoting the need for a healthier lifestyle and how to achieve it but it can seem too much and very confusing. We recognise that Pilates is excellent but on its own, is not enough. The ideal blend is to practise Pilates, lift weights and then also bring in your walking or running or cycling or tennis. A bit of everything really. We have already discussed the "WHY" element of lifting weights and if you are still unsure, scroll back a few weeks as I have written a few posts on this but there is no denying the many ways it helps us and I regularly get comments on where in your day to day lives you see the benefits. I LOVE this! However, we are still not sure about how heavy to go so let's try and break this down and make it easier to understand . “Heavy” is personal—it means a weight that challenges you, not a particular number on a dumbbell. As a beginner, start light enough to learn the movement and stay in control. If you’re aiming for 8–12 repetitions, the final few should feel noticeably harder, but you should still be able to complete them without swinging, rushing or changing your posture. Aim to finish feeling you could manage another two good repetitions if you had to. If you reach 12 and feel you could easily do several more, try the next small increase in weight. If you can’t reach eight without losing technique, choose something lighter. Different exercises will need different weights, so one pair of dumbbells won’t suit everything. Take time to find your starting point—there’s no rush to lift heavier, and muscle effort should never mean pushing through pain. When you are more experienced and feel more confident, you are aiming to really dig deep to finish the last couple of reps. Typically we use 8 - 12 as a guide. If you are swinging the weights about, rushing the movement or feel you could do more, you are not lifting heavy enough. If you can't maintain an appropriate posture, are holding your breath or using momentum to lift the weight, it is too heavy.
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