Counting is something I've always done. I think, sometimes, maybe I'm a bit on the autism spectrum, as I have these weird habits.

Counting ceiling tiles, when waiting for an appointment. Saying the alphabet backwards, as fast as I can, or counting backwards from 50. I have never been able to get into a meditation by just sitting, so I count breaths.

Anyway. Last night, I hadn't done my planks, and Husband was already in bed. So I sucked it up, brushed my teeth, put on my nightgown and got down on the floor with my phone's timer. 57/rest/25.

Not my best effort, but it was AN effort.