It’s the time of year for medical mot’s and ‘flu jabs. We are so lucky in Dalamory with our health care that it is a pleasure to review everything. Patients are wholly involved in their ongoing care and there is always time to be listened to, to be reassured and to be challenged should the need arise. One such challenge for me at the moment is to get to grips with my fitness. I manage a walk with the dog 3/4 times a week – she goes with HBTW the other days – and we enjoy Ballroom Dancing on a Friday. (Me and the Other Half, not me and the dog.) In between I creak and groan and bemoan the fact that I am fighting a losing battle with my weight.
The doctor has issued a challenge for me to do some weight-bearing exercise with baked beans. In the tins, of course, you’ve got to keep up. Fine for a start, but where did I put those lovely pink weights I was given 15 years or so? Perhaps I need to build a schedule and fill in fitness opportunities.
We dragged the Wii out for the first time this winter and had a go at the Body Fitness Tests. Oh the ignominy……the ignominy……… someone’s got it in for me. (As Frankie Howerd nearly said.) HBTW is reckoned to be a happy 28 years younger than his actual age, whilst I am 5 years over my actual age. Granted, I didn’t understand one of the balance tests and to be honest my lack of spatial reasoning made it all rather difficult. Oh, I know, I know, too many excuses. Encouragement of some kind please………



