It’s been a while since I’ve written anything on here. I often get motivated to write a post but every time I do, I feel a pang of shame about how long it’s been and I feel bad. Then I’ll probably eat another Malteaser and watch another episode of Gossip Girl. This is called being stuck in a rut. But I refuse to be stuck anymore. I want to get rid of the ass shaped groove on my couch.
Since moving to Leeds two years go, I’ve become very complacent. Don’t get me wrong, when I first moved here and I didn’t have a job, I was pumping the kettlebells every day and I built lots of sexy lean muscle. But when I started my job in an environment where ‘food days’ are a regular thing, I got out of the habit, and the muscle turned squishy.
So where am I now? Well, I’ve gained almost two stone. Yes, two stone. I said it! And truth be told, I’m miserable. I think about how far I have come and I feel very ashamed. All that hard work, and for what? This year I have tried various ‘diets’ to get me going. Slow carb, no carb, calorie counting and Slimming World. None of these have worked for one simple reason; I love food. As soon as I get restricted, I fail. I have managed to find an eating plan which is working for me and that is the 5:2 eating plan. I use the words ‘eating plan’ because diet suggests a temporary change, and I want this change to be permanent. I’ve dabbled in intermittent fasting before but after watching Michael Mosley’s programme Horizon on BBC2 last summer, I decided to give it a bash. I won’t get into it now, that will come in another post. But the long and short of it is, it works for me. The only problem is, although my eating has improved, the only way I’m going to get my muscle back, is to fight for it.
Today the sun has been shining and it’s amazing how much a little vitamin D motivates me. At work, I decided I was going to do a leg and bum workout when I got home. As the day wore on, the less enthused I felt about the idea. By the time I walked in the door at 6pm all I wanted to do was chill
with Stevie the Teevee. But I knew deep down if I didn’t do it, it would make me feel like I’d failed and put me on a down mood. So I didn’t let myself get comfy. I marched up the stairs and threw on my Lycra. I jotted down a basic workout and I did it. I did it from start to finish. Every rep, every burpee- the lot. I really challenged myself and had to crawl up the stairs afterwards, but I did it and I enjoyed it and I even had time to write about it before my chicken and quinoa salad.
Tomorrow my glutes and hammies will struggle to function but at least I’m going to bed tonight knowing I did what I set out to do. And it feels bloody good!
For anyone who is interested, here is the workout I wrote and completed tonight. I completed two sets of the following exercises with a 14kg kettlebell unless otherwise stated and I did it in 30 minutes, 22 seconds. The first set took me 17 minutes 12 seconds and the second 13 minutes and 10 seconds.
30 x Double handed swings with a 20kg bell
20 x Goblet squats
20 x Tactical lunges
20 x Burpees
20 x Romanian deadlifts
20 x Stand-Kneel-Stands (10kg, ten racked in the left arm, and ten racked in the right)
Until next time…