People on the radio and television are all talking about diets and exercise, and as I made my back to the gym this morning I expected to see lots of newcomers wearing shiny new gym clothes and trainers. But instead I was met with smiles and greetings of 'Happy New Year' from the well-kent faces of the regulars.
18 months ago, I started a pain management programme through the NHS, and one of the things I had to do was make some long term goals. I remember sitting down with one of the course leaders and he asked me what I'd like to see myself being able to do physically.
I laughed and said, 'Well, I'd love to get back to the gym but I know that's never going to happen.'
He looked at me and asked, 'Why not?'
Was he being serious? We'd only just learned about accepting our limits. He'd been teaching me to hoover half a room one day and finish it the next. He'd told me to sit down while I peeled the tatties. And we'd spoken about getting help from my family with simple things like drying my hair (something I found particularly difficult after the accident). And yet, here he was now asking me why I couldn't go to the gym! I was confused...
Emma Mooney is a writer of Scottish contemporary fiction and is the author of A Beautiful Game. and Wings to Fly.