It was gorgeous at 7 for my bootcamp this morning!! A reminder of how lucky I am to live in such a lovely part of the world!!
Went out for a birthday meal for a family member last night. Ate 2 deserts because cake and tiramisu reasons.
Smashed my workout on the aqua fit board this morning, I have so many less lumps and bumps compared to a year ago! (I still have a few though…..)
I thought I would make a blog entry about my fitness journey. There are progress pics.
Last May I went on a Hen-Do for my step sister. At said Hen-Do we went to one to the Adrenaline Quarry down in Cornwall. Despite my chronic fear of heights, I decided that I would get on the big Zip line (this thing is bloody massive) and prior to riding the Zip they weigh you. I got weighed and was 104Kg and told that I would need to Zip alone because I was too heavy to go with a friend.
That. Was. It. That was my epiphany, my Bridget Jones moment, the second I realised that if I didn’t change something about my lifestyle, I was forever going to be too big for this, or too unfit for that. (Incidentally I did go down the Zip and felt amazingly proud of myself for it!)There are SO few photos of me anywhere near that time in existence I found the only one I could..
I started straight away, I began walking to work 3 times a week – it’s a good 3 miles each way so I was walking 18 miles a week, the weight started to come off and I felt a bit healthier.
I also stopped smoking completely and have not touched a cigarette now for over a year. I was swimming in the pool closest to my house every morning I was not walking but this soon became an issue. I have always had the “early riser” package whenever I sub to a Gym, I’ve always swum with the old dears that turn up early before the kids get in, they’re usually very pleasant and I like listening to their chatter in the changing rooms. Not this lot. The crusty old bag brigade was relentless. They don’t seem to like anyone, or anything, there was never a cheerful conversation it was just them constantly moaning about this or that; or complaining about anyone else who used the pool. As I suffer with a few mental health issues I feed quite badly off of others negativity and it really affects me, I was coming out of the pool feeling like I wanted to hang myself instead of feeling elevated from swimming.
By November I’d had enough, I’d stopped walking because it had gotten dark and was swimming each day. Fortunately, the personal trainer my dad has had a 6am slot for the Aquafit training he does (1 to 1) on a Wednesday morning. Cancelled my pool membership right then and there, Dad offered to let me have his rowing machine and I stepped up my exercise into a whole different gear.
My current training programme:
Each weekday morning (apart from Wed) I do 15-minute Low impact HIIT training.
Monday evening I do a 20 minute Dumbbell (2.5kg) workout, 6 exercises, 12, 15 then 20 reps
Tuesday Evening I row for 30 minutes
Wed Morning I do a 25 minute 1 to 1 float fit training session o the aquabase with my PT.
Thursday evening I Row for 45 minutes.
Friday I’m back on the dumbbell workout
Saturday I will be going to the beach for a surf fit session run by my PT for a group. When that’s not on I just pick whichever exercise takes my fancy!
Sunday, I rest and usually just have a walk.
Food, I am not dieting. Nope. Not happening. I just eat better, I don’t calorie count, I eat plenty of vegetables and fruit, I avoid processed food where I can, I eat lots of fish and cut down on my carb intake. I have a cheat day on the weekend where I may some chocolate – though not always. I dropped out sugar in my diet where I could, so tea/coffee now I have a sweetener or nothing at all. I drink 3-4 litres of water a day (be prepared to pee a LOT if you decide to start doing this, it takes a while for your body to adapt!)
Since last May I’ve lost 24kg and I’m not stopping here. I’m not even doing it to be thin, I’m doing it to be HEALTHY, losing the weight is just a good biproduct. I am also doing this for myself, not for anyone else. I spent years in a relationship where I was constantly told I needed to lose weight or be healthier, and while that may have been true – when that relationship ended, I just went the complete opposite. I ate more, cared less, and got bigger, mostly because I was happy and more comfortable than I had been. Now I am happier still, and I look forward to me exercise each day, and I love feeling the results.
Now I can look in the mirror without grimacing. I can run upstairs without keeling over. I can wear jeans. Some days it’s not easy, and I want to give up, but I just slam on some motivational music and remind myself why I do it.