Fifty-seven and I have basically been a sofa with opinions for two years. Not proud of it but there we are. I keep seeing people talk about getting back into exercise and honestly the whole thing makes me feel slightly sick. Not the exercise itself. The idea of walking into a gym, or joining a class, or becoming someone who owns a water bottle with motivational text on it. That is not me and I am not sure it ever was. What I have actually managed is ten minutes of slow stretching before bed. Started because my hips were waking me up at three in the morning and I was desperate. It has not cured anything but I sleep a bit better and I feel slightly less like a rusted gate when I stand up. That is the whole update. Genuinely that is it. I do have a GP appointment coming up and I want to ask about the joint pain properly, because I never know if it is menopause or just being fifty-seven or whether I have somehow broken myself by doing nothing for so long. I always bottle it and say "fine" when she asks how I am. Going to try not to do that this time. If anyone else is doing the absolute bare minimum and finding it quietly helps, I would love to know x