The pandemic prompted a wild transformation. I have become an exercise monster | Deborah Frances-White

I was up for nothing but lockdown walks and a spot of yoga until I sat on the Peloton saddle. Now, beat me if you dare ...

I have never been interested in exercising until I'm out of breath. What's wrong with yin yoga, which is basically hugging a bag? Or walking to the park and sitting down and then walking to the ice-cream van and sitting down again? That all counts on my Fitbit.

However, during the worst excesses of lockdown the police kept shouting at us gentle strollers to Keep moving!", which made a wander up Primrose Hill in north London more like an enjoyable trip through season two of The Handmaid's Tale - so I caved and ordered a Peloton bike. My husband predicted the most exercise I'd get would be assembling it. He was so wrong. Two nice masked men came and put it together. Hah!