Lately I’ve decided I’ve had enough of being a bit fat. I’ve always been above average, but before Tibbs came along I was nailing it. Gym most days, or running with my old dog which I absolutely loved. It’s time to get back in the game. I’m 40 this year. I’d rather not look like this when I’m 41.
I was so into running that I didn’t even notice I was wearing odd trainers, once. And no, that’s not my snapped walking stick lying on the floor. I was like a gazelle, I had the moves!
So I’m on it again. Here’s what’s happened so far:
- I went insane in Argos and am now an actual slave to Davina McCall. I am single handedly funding her six pack. I have her mat, her ball, her kettle bells and her 2kg weights. They are all pretty good value to be honest
- Because toddlers don’t give a crap that you have a playroom and prefer to play in rooms such as the hall, the bin cupboard and the toilet, I have reclaimed the playroom. It’s now my own private house of Davina pain
- I’ve downloaded two sets of videos from iTunes. Davina’s 15 minute fit and another one, which is balance ball workouts by a cheery lass from America. The former is hard work but fun. If you listen to your own music and turn Davina off it’s awesome. The latter is perfect for getting back into fitness and I’m enjoying doing both
- I’ve started re-furnishing my sportswear wardrobe. House of Fraser Bras sent me an amazing ShockAbsorber running bra (thank you!) which really is pretty kick-ass. It’s got two back clasps though (shoulder blades and back) which is insanely fiddly if you’ve got short arms! Next is some new running tights, because…
- I’m doing it. I’m starting running again. I used to bloody love it, I loved the music, the sweat, the showers after, the scenery. It’s happening and I don’t care anymore what people might think if they see me.
- I’m calendaring my day in sections. Everything has become a task I can tick off. I’ve even got yet another blackboard chalk vinyl for the kitchen wall. I’ve been doing my workouts as soon as Tibbs goes to bed. I’m going to run at lunchtimes though, with or without our current dog, who is a bit young for road/park runs yet. If I put my day in sections, I can do this. It all just takes organisation.
It goes without saying that I’m eating better too. I was already a Nutribullet monkey. Now I’m a salad chimp at lunch. I even threw cake away yesterday. I’m on it.