My favourite time to go to the gym is Sunday. It’s quiet, there is no one there trying to correct my form and no one trying to sell me a diet I didn’t ask for.

It’s a peaceful time for people like me who were too overwhelmed with life during the week and are now trying to convince themselves that our gym membership is worth having. It’s no pressure, it’s “Wow you made it here? You have permission to walk at a leisurely pace and reward yourself some ice cream after this. Job well done!”

Gym on a Sunday is amazing. It’s a gold star for effort. It’s an A+ for participation. It is practically high fiving yourself for existing and it is definitely the sort of self care I revel in. It’s a necessary win in this world that sometimes seems like it’s full of throat punches.

So take it from me, if you want to feel good with very minimal effort toss the face mask aside, throw out the nail polish, skip the bubble bath with essential oils – all that is too much effort. Gym on a Sunday gives you maximum rewards for literally showing up.