“What’s the best workout?”
“How long do I need to work out for?”
“Should I use this machine?”
“What’s best for my age?”
So many questions, right?
And to be fair, these days you can ask AI and get about 470 answers before you’ve even finished your coffee.
Which is amazing.
But also…
Sometimes it just gives you more information.
And I don’t think most people need more information.
They need to do.
That’s the bit.
I get asked this a lot when people are thinking about starting Fruci Fit:
“Is once a week enough?”
“Is twice a week enough?”
“I’d love to start but I want to give it my all…”
And I get that.
Especially if you used to be fitter.
You almost feel like if you’re not doing it “properly” then it doesn’t count.
But here’s the thing.
If you came twice a week for a year…
That’s 104 sessions.
104 times you moved your body.
104 times you built strength.
104 times you did something your future self will probably thank you for.
Now imagine you cloned yourself.
One version of you does two sessions a week.
The other version waits for the perfect plan, perfect week, perfect motivation, and does the odd workout here and there when life allows.
Who gets better results?
Exactly.
And guess what?
If you’re already doing two sessions a week, stepping up to three later is much easier.
Sometimes less optimisation…
More doing.
Just start.
Even if it’s not perfect.
You’ll find your way as you go.
And that’s exactly what we help with at Fruci Fit.
You don’t need to know the perfect workout.
You don’t need to know what’s best for your age.
You don’t need to figure it all out on your own.
You come in.
We coach you.
We adapt things to your level.
You work at your pace.
For women 40+, 50+, 60+, 70+ and beyond who pretty much know what to do but need the plan and accountability to actually do it.
Our next 7 Day Trial weeks start:
Monday 1st June
Monday 15th June
£10 for the week.
Up to 3 sessions.
At your pace.
More details here:
Matt
PS. Two sessions a week might not sound a lot but 104 sessions a year is a lot more useful than waiting for the perfect Monday that keeps disappearing (like mackerel on the shelves of the supermarket)