I have an amusing schedule on days that I am not walking: I lie in bed listening to Radio 4 until 9am and tell myself that I shouldn't eat until after I have gone for a jog (which doesn't come easy to me!). It's a case of my laziness v my hunger and I tend to put off the jog until around 11am but do jobs around the house until then. Reluctantly, I eventually schlepp my less than lithe figure around the very large park behind my house in order to allow myself to partake of comestibles.