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Taking the First Step

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…

The Eureka Diet Moment

Fat Lissa

Pre Diet Jacket

Something we are all guilty of is keeping old clothes at the back of our wardrobes for years, even decades

Of course, everyone does it for different reasons. Some do it in case Burberry style printed skirts from Internacionale come back onto the catwalk. Others are terrified to part with silk shirts which house shoulder pads that would make Joan Collins cringe, just in case their ever longed invite to the Dynasty set comes through the letterbox postmarked 1985.

Then there are people like me. Whose wardrobe at my childhood home plays homage to my formerly fat self. Or just now, my formerly fatter self. Size 24 coats and my sixth year prom dress which now sits perfectly around my ankles. As I’ve put on a bit of weight in my new job, a trip home was a perfect excuse to remind myself of just how far I’ve come in my body makeover. Unfortunately I didn’t account for the fact that I might just come across my lovely Topshop size 12 red winter coat which I got for Christmas two years ago. Ohhh, I immediately wondered if I could squeeze it into my suitcase to take back to Leeds. Now, the last time I tried this coat on it was too big and I had to wear a really thick scarf to make it look normal on me. But nothing prepared me for how tiny it was when I eventually got it on. And that was my eureka moment. I can’t keep being this ‘comfortable’ with my life, because if I’m not careful I’m going to turn back into the lifeless girl I used to be and I don’t want to be her anymore. Tomorrow, on the train back to Leeds, I’m going to devise a training and diet plan for the run up to Christmas.

I’ll post details and keep you updated. But for now, stay healthy and don’t give into the smell of Greggs sausage rolls.