Yesterday I did an online language class, and people were boasting talking about how they had walked /cycled 30 miles over the past week. I feel like a fat unfit frump. I don't like exercising, I can't keep up with Jo Wicks and I spend most of my time at the moment sitting doing cross stitch. I wish I could get motivated to go for long treks - the most DH and I manage is a 15 minute walk around the block, all the time being stressed out trying to avoid coming anywhere near other people.
Disappearing contributors - part 2



) and list all the worthwhile things she was doing herself. 
Why worry, I don't care.