Weekly Wrap up, Week 35.

Carfest, My new BFF Rev Coles, Sir Chris Hoy and migraines.

I was delighted to be invited back this year to be a (very, very small) part of Carfest once again and arrived in my camper van shortly after lunchtime on Friday, as the festival was already in full swing. I had opted for the exhibitors’ camp site on the assumption that as it was for those working at and performing in, it might be quieter at night. 

I was terribly pleased with myself to locate a really good spot, squeezed in amongst tents, motorhomes and every variation of, up front and close to the entrance gate. Clever me - right by the security hut and front of field near the gates, vastly reducing my commute. Hadn’t noticed the humming generators and how often the blooooeeep of the security radios sounded but no-one has everything. 


I set up and set off, meeting a friend or 2 and finding the lie of the land. However by mid afternoon, a "lurking in the background" headache was reaching a crescendo and I staggered back to my van around 5pm in the full throes of what I assume was a migraine. I couldn’t even face getting changed, and just crawled, fully clothed under my duvet, hearing the occasional strains of Travis and The Boomtown Rats as the night progressed and I was only too aware of how much I was missing. Sadly not humming generators and lots of bloooooeeeeps. 


I slept on and off and didn’t surface until midday the following day… by which time it was apparent that my clever parking choice was anything but. 


By 7.45am on Saturday, the queues were starting to form for the entrance gate. Right in front of my van. 7.45am? The gates don’t open until 9. What is WRONG with people? 

The excitable chatter and laughter of hundreds and hundreds of queuing people grew, no doubt with eager anticipation of things to do and places to be. Had I been firing on all cylinders, with things to do and places to be, I too would no doubt have been joining that ever growing queue with chatter of my own but as it was, I was holding my head in my hands, hidden under the duvet and wondering if it could get any worse. 

 Yes, it could….as The Rock choir joined somewhere along the line and decided to rehearse at full volume…over and over…and over… if I ever again hear “Sweet child of mine” in 4 part harmony I may kill those responsible. But then… Oh but then, a brass band. A BRASS BAND? WHO BOOOKED A BLOODY BRASS BAND? Did they rehearse and lead the waiting masses into song? YES, OF COURSE THEY DID. 


I was sort of a bit in tears and a bit laughing hysterically at the madness of it as I was hiding, with a pillow pulled around my head, feet away from “When the Saints go marching in” in full Oompah Oompah splendour.

I was due to meet a friend and I tried to cancel to spare her, but she very kindly advised that she was on her way, bringing Migraleve, tea and sympathy and would look after me which she duly did and the day was somewhat salvaged. I was so grateful to see her as I wobbled over, I nearly cried and just sort of hung off her a bit, very grateful for the support.

I always feel the name Carfest is somewhat misleading as the event has grown in so many ways. For my part, it sometimes feels like a parallel universe. One moment we are listening to Sir Bob Geldof sitting on the hay bales with Lee Mack and Rob Brydon, telling us back stage gossip from Live Aid (and a story of how as a teenager, he snatched a coffee cup out of Mick Jagger’s hand, and still has that cup to this day - when he told Sir Mick over breakfast some 40 years later, Mick asked if he would like the bacon and eggs to go with it), and the next minute I am having a chat with Mr Motivator who is still as fit and strong as ever. I shook hands with one of the guys from SAS Who dares wins (who was clearly staying in character no matter what - maybe that is his character…. ) and listened to a wonderful interview with author Cecila Aherne and the fabulous Ryan Turbridy. 


One of the perks of being involved (in my own, very, very minuscule way) is being given a pass into The Green Room which sits by the Author’s stage and Starfest.  A spacious fenced off area with complimentary tea and coffee, lunchtime sandwiches and more importantly, comfy chairs and clean toilets. There was I, sitting with a cup of tea and a cheese and pickle triangle when the Rev. Richard Coles sat down with me and started chatting. He thought he knew me and when I didn’t respond in a “yes I know you” appropriate manner, was sweet enough to introduce himself, clearly thinking that, with my mouth full of sandwich and my humble “Juliet’s Pilates” T shirt, I had forgotten him. “Yes, I know exactly who you are” I replied, “but I don’t think I am who you think!”

Anyway, gentleman that he is, he joined me for a cuppa and we had a lovely chat for a good 45 mins or so. He told me all about the passion for “cosy crime” lit. and we were able to chat at length as I agreed how my daughters and I have loved tv like Death in Paradise and so forth as we do like a nice friendly murder but apparantly this is now less popular (surely not?) and how he was looking at writing a ghost story. 

Ghost stories you say? Well! You can imagine my delight - I was only too eager to furnish him with all the details of my upcoming members” ghost hunting event and I am sure he would have loved to know more except his “person” came to collect him and pop him into a golf buggy and whisk him the 15 yards around the back to the author’s stage. 

Serendipity - I hadn’t intended listening to his talk as it clashed with something else but having enjoyed our chat so much, I walked (leisurely and on my own 2 feet) the 15 yards to the stage. I managed to wriggle my way to almost the front and felt sure he would be delighted to see me there, should he need some eye contact from time to time.


I am so pleased I did. His talk was superb - hilarious, entertaining, charming… and with lots of gossip. He took us from his sex and drugs and rocknroll days of being in the Communards (he and Jimmy Sommerville live reasonably close to each other and are still in touch) through his calling to the church and on to greater celebrity status. Of Strictly, he was telling us all about the fake tan addiction and a wonderful story - the Arch Deacon of Harrogate (I think?!) Summoned him for an informal chat over a couple of matters. While sitting outside a coffee shop having a natter together, they noticed a very tanned young lady walk past. “Looks like she has just got back from somewhere lovely” commented the Arch Deacon to be corrected by The Rev - “No, No, Arch Deacon. I think you will find that is Venetian Double dark!”.


We were treated to lots of behind the scenes gossip on I’m a celebrity and how they are smuggled into camp, what it is really like living in front of 80 cameras, with hidden mics capturing every single word 24 hours and day and so on. One thing that interested Richard in particular was the role of the Continuity manager. He was fascinated and wanted to know more - the fact is that this is a juggernaut of a show that has to go out live every day and nothing can stop that from happening. “So” he asked… “What would be the greatest continuity challenge?” To which he was told that was strictly confidential. “Oh go on” he encouraged, “do tell”…. “Well” she replied,” you are a vicar so I guess I can trust you but this mustn’t go ANY further”… so the biggest risk? Is…wait for this… That one camp mate kills another!! 

Fortunately Richard asked the question we all wanted to - “So have you ever considered that to be a real risk?” To which the answer was “3 words. Lady Colin Campbell”. 


He wrapped up with stories of the current filming of his book headed onto our screens very soon and the fact that he chose for the vicar to have 2 daschunds. As Exec. Producer, he is on set and fully involved. He delighted in telling us of how totally chaotic and wilful these dogs have been in filming to the extent that the producer, on one particularly exasperating day said “Why, o WHY did you have to have EFFIN Daschunds? Why couldn’t you have Labradors like normal vicars?”.


He was followed by a speaker no migraine would have kept me from. I have always  loved sporting autobiographies, fascinated by the behind the scenes life and what it really takes. This one however, was a bit different. Having of course, admired him for decades, I have only now had the chance to read more about  Sir Chris Hoy in his recent book.

 I remember out walking the dogs a year or so ago, early in the morning listening to him being interviewed by Chris Evans on his breakfast show and being blown away by his courage and how he was using his devastating diagnosis to help tens of thousands, if not more by raising awareness of Prostate cancer that sadly for him, was diagnosed only after it had spread and become incurable.

The crowd waiting for him was the biggest I have ever seen there - bigger even than for Tim Peake a couple of years ago and the roar from the audience as he walked on stage made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. 


I didn’t know what I expected, ( I had tissues at the ready) but what we got was humour, uplifting stories, Olympic tales and gossip, and a really positive experience. Several people stood up to share stories of either themselves or knowing someone who had been diagnosed early because of how much awareness he had brought to Prostate cancer checking and how easy it is to look up online. 

All this was presented with a positive spin - with dignity, humility and care and I felt privileged to have been able to see him. It goes to show that it is not just staggering physical strength and amazing cardio vascular fitness that makes you a world class athlete. It is a an indestructible self belief and a mental courage that takes you past those not as emotionally capable. 


One fascinating fact he shared - did you know that Sir Chris Hoy (6 Olympic Golds) shares his birthday with Sir Steve Redgrave (5 Olympic Golds), Sir Mo Farah (4 Olympic Golds) and Sir Jason Kenny (a whopping 7 Olympic Golds) so if you were born on March 23rd, you may well be destined for great things! 

Having missed two nights of music and shenanigans, I was determined to last long enough to see Madness close the show. They featured in the backdrop of my teenage years and “It must be Love” is my all time favourite song, ever - in fact, if I go before you, please make sure it is played at my funeral. That and “I wanna go out Dancing” by Kylie! 


They didn’t disappoint and there was much nostalgia from us old people in the crowd singing along but there is (dare I say?) something a bit odd about men in their 60’s and beyond singing about baggy trousers, school days and driving in their car but they are Madness. They were superb (as were Lightning Seeds and Squeeze!). 


I met lovely people who came over to The Studio in Spa fest where us fitness and wellness people were doing our thing and it is lovely to catch up with fellow teachers from previous years. 


I believe there was some car racing or something. Can’t tell you much about that to be honest. 


Obviously parking right at the front of the park on the way in means you are right at the back for going home time behind thousands and thousands and thousands of cars weaving their way out onto little back country roads. Not to worry - caught up on The Archers and the Archers podcast on BBC sounds! From Madness to Ambridge. 


And next year, it all moves to Silverstone. Not quite as convenient but we will see. 

I think I was still riding high as we headed to what was possibly our last Teach on the Beach of 2025 on Bank Holiday Monday and what a wrap!

We had 18 mats on the beach, a fantastically busy online turnout, a NF pony that went full submersion and had a lovely and very long swim and the geese once again doing their interval training overhead, in preparation for their upcoming mammoth endurance event while the sun shone down. 


Unfortunately, whatever my headache started as has progressed so apologies for lying low on the teaching front but I gather something unpleasant is doing the rounds and 3 of you have messaged to say you are laid out too - fingers crossed it passes swiftly.  


I won't be down for long...

We hit the ground hard on MONDAY SEPTEMBER 8TH. 

I have lots of plans for the Autumn. I am bringing a “Beginner’s guide to lifting weights” week of extra classes, recording new class content for the All level’s Pilates collection, more bite sized classes for the Snack bar not to mention our Isle of Wight day out and our exclusive Members’ New Forest Ghost tour (more details to follow). 


DONT FORGET! Wednesday 10th September Teatime Talk. If you don't make this one, do you even really DO Pilates?!


Lastly and by no means least, I am always DELIGHTED to welcome new members. Having been to visit our fellow members in Kefalonia, London, the Isle of Wight, Bath, and the French Dordogne region, you can only begin to imagine my excitement as our latest member joins us from the Italian Alps….

(Pssst.. we need to sort Spain too?!)


More of all that next week but for now, I am signing off and wish you a happy last few days of the Summer - looking at the sky, we may finally be spared dragging buckets of water from kitchen tap to wilting flower beds. 


Until next week,

Jx


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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