I've been living in Lycra and denial for a year, but the non-fastening zip on my pre-lockdown jeans has forced me to face the truth.
I'm having a midriff crisis. My stomach has always been the first place to pack on the pounds, and I can't pretend my current overspill isn't thoroughly deserved.
Since switching to home working, I'm no longer racking up a 10,000-step daily commute, and with long hours and fewer real-life meet-ups I'm struggling to find either the time or motivation to stay in shape.
When I finally turn off the computer, I'm far more likely to switch on Netflix than Joe Wicks. What I need, basically, is a lazy girl's way to flatten the flab: no diet, no exercise and no willpower required.Read more on ok.co.uk