So Christmas came and went, and New Year arrived not long after, as it has a habit of doing so, and accompanying it the usual influx of Facebook statuses of New Year’s Resolutions – I will do this, I will do that but as a serial Resolution Breaker, I’m always in the camp of “I will get fit and loose weight”.
I had been champing at the bit to get started before the New Year hit, but the really nasty Christmas lurgy that had been doing the rounds, decided to have a good old attack on my asthmatic and pathetic lungs. But not to be put off, as soon as I was up and about, and able to breathe again, I trundled back to the gym.
And coming up to now, 4 weeks later, not only am I firmly into a *gulp* “up and out at 6am routine”, but I’m feeling healthier, fitter and all round more confident again. Whoop!
Yes, before you double take and faint from the shock, I did say 6am! I suppose the thing that has always, every single time, hampered my fitness motivation has been the “I’d rather do something else” excuse, that was always at my beck and call. But dragging this sorry state of affairs, known as my body, out of bed at 6am even on the coldest of mornings, means that I don’t need to find that excuse in the evenings anymore. It’s already done, I’ve burnt off some calories, got a little fitter and made it into work before the majority of the Guys I work with. High Five!
Mind you I’m not quite sure how they feel about it; I’m hyper enough as it is, without the extra boost of being well and truly awake and energised before their first cuppa tea. But then again they don’t have to cope with the grumpy, not feeling particularly awesome Lou on their hands either… So they better like it!
As for Ian, I think he secretly enjoys getting an hour in bed all to himself every morning now; the not having anyone hindering his chances of getting out the house on time, being in the way or leaving clothes all over the bedroom as I go through the 5th outfit change of a morning. Oh the joy of being organised the night before and having a full length mirror in the changing room. Seriously not having a full length mirror at home is just inconsiderate.
So, with all that waffle, I suppose what you’d really like to know is, is it working? How am I coping? What am I eating? Well as I build up my #crumbsfit journal for 2015, I’ll keep on blogging as normal as well, so there’ll be more of the recipes that I’m enjoying, healthy and the not so healthy; normal service is still happening. At the moment though, I’m in love with breakfast all over again. Gone are the soggy cereals and the mushed up Weetabix, and it’s time for some Breakfast Parfait Jars. I love these, they’re just like dessert but after either a session in the gym or the pool in the morning, they really hit the spot until lunchtime.
Anyway, back to the gym… Getting up isn’t easy, I’ll admit it hand on my heart and definitely not with my fingers crossed behind my back; because it is. It’s damn hard, especially in the blissful winter temperatures of -5.5C, when I’ve de-iced the car to get to the gym and then have to de-ice again to leave the gym. But that aside, I’m lucky that if I plan everything the night before, I can roll out of bed, get dressed on auto-pilot and be awake as I step into the fresh morning air, arriving at the gym 15 minutes after my alarm went off. Yes!
And I’d be lying if the delights of having either the pool or gym all to myself didn’t outweigh any negative thoughts of not wanting to do it. And before you all ask where’s my gym? I’m not telling you, it’s my early morning secret and it’s staying that way.
So 4 weeks in, and I’m feeling so much better; I’ve dropped a dress size, and cleared out some of my “black-fat” clothes. I know there’s more to go, but it’s a non-scale victory I’m going to celebrate. I’m back up to speed with my running and managing a nice 5k in good times (for me that is, the Guys on the treadmill next to me taking it in their stride and me working up a stinky sweat, but I’m happy), powering through swim-wise and lifting weights to get some tone.
I’ve never really thought of myself as being fit but the other week, we were talking about things and one of the Guys at work causally said “You’re fitter than me”. Now whether it was just a kind word or he meant it, I don’t know, but something in that head of mine clicked and said, you might be over-weight but it doesn’t mean you’re not fit. Healthy, fit and a little over-weight, rather than skinny and unfit, I’d definitely rather be, any day of the week.
The weight coming off, well I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t happy about it, I’m pretty much over the moon. But if it takes longer to bring my weight back down to ‘normal-ish’, so long as my fitness levels stay up, I’m happy!
And with that thought, I’ll leave you until next month, and keep on teasing everyone else with sweet delights with the occasional healthy option!
So for those interested: January weigh-in: -12lb3