Well, we live and learn.On Friday my sister asked if I would help in her shop. I said yes as was interested to see how I would manage as really need to get a job as am skint. Anyway, managed ok, a few wobbles, was only 3 and half hours, but as much good as a chocolate fireguard when it comes to ladders etc for getting stock down. Anyway, had panned to go out on the friday night, so knew that was ahead of me too. Left work, friend kindly picked me up as it was raining, and she had to nip to town so i went with her, but was only half an hour or so walking about, then back in the car for 20 minute ride home. I felt totally washed out. Didn't think it could be the few hours I did, as walked around London for 2 days and managed well. Anyway, got home, sat down for half an hour, snoozed for 20 minutes til the dog barked and woke me with a fright, lol. Then i went to metafit. Now if anyone knows metafit, its a very fast intense workout. I went back on Wednesday and managed my own version of moves ok. I still had muscle ache in my legs, and down my sides and core and I am happy with that feeling as I have missed it for so long., but, i think the combination of muscle ache and having done more didn't go down too well. I tried my best to keep going, but like a few months ago, when I didn't know what was wrong with me, my right leg/knee started shaking big time. So, I walked out the jogging, and squatted alot of the time, but even then, my last squat, my knee gave way, and down i rolled, luckily not far from the floor so my fat arse gave me a soft landing....and thankfully I was, as always, at the back of the class....so, came home, collapsed into a cool bath, legs totally screaming in disbelief at my stupidity...and my friends said not to worry about going out, but, I had organised to see some other friends, and I was not not going to go.So, I did my hair, got dressed, did make up whilst sat on edge of bed, rested as much as I could, got to the car, half an hour sit down to town and a short walk to the pub,(hadn't been out since January?!, I was not giving in!). So, we were only sat in a booth, comfy seats, rested again, saw friends, but wow, did i know i had done way too much. I feel very self concious being out, always did so before all this because of how fat I am, now even moreso because I am walking like I've had one too many, and scared stiff I fall over and make a complete tit of myself.... How do you all cope with this crap?