Tonight we gonna, just let it do what it do, I can flip this pretty young thing on you
….yep… right about now …. it’s been exactly a month… here I go again…
I don’t know why I haven’t noticed before, but it seems that as the full moon comes around (and the other girly stuff I wont mention) I get all introspective and self critical and want to write things like “It might be weird to say, but I don’t actually often like my blog”.
So I am resisting the urge to be needy and writing yet another introspective ‘woe is me’ type post or even the ‘I’m-not-on-the-verge-of-suicide, I-promise, and-my-life-really-isn’t-as-bad-as-I-make-out’ type post perfect for hormonal days.
So instead, today is a day for firsts; for something new in my life… (No i’m not pregnant or turning into a sex blogger, although that would be fun, the sex bit, not the baby). Today I shall make my first mention of… THE GYM.
But I shall level with you.
I don’t think I actually need to go to the gym. (Although that’s just like saying I don’t think I need to give up smoking when I clearly do).
I’m not fat; I’m the kind of girl who has never been involved in a girly moaning session about weighty issues. I have a BMI of 22.2 for god’s sake – i’m healthy, a bit curvy with tits and ass and a bit of squidgy around the tummy that’s slowly getting worse as I get older. But i’m no longer 18; things aren’t going to stay this way forever. And i’m noticing it; and I don’t like it. Its time to get real – i’m 30, my metabolism is slowing, the effects of alcohol no longer disappears with my hangover, but hangs around on my hips.
In fact, what I should really tell you is in the last 3 months I have put on 5kg… that’s 11 pounds, nearly a stone. This can not keep on happening. If it does, in 6 months time I’ll be officially over weight.
So, last month I started on the soup and salad and the healthy eating. No longer do I order a curry every Monday night and a Chinese every Saturday. Every meal comes with some kind of salad. Even my dressing is low fat (and horrible). I have yet to resort to buying red milk (i’m a blue milk girl), I still eat crisps, but I now only eat one Tunnocks Wafer a night rather than two (I don’t need to lose weight, come on!).
It seems to be working; no further weight has gone on. Yet.
Now we come to the second problem…
I have a toyboy; he is 26 and skinny and rather gorgeous to look at. And he puts me to shame in the fitness stakes. And I want to compete. I want him to see happy me, healthy me, sexy me (not that i’m not sexy right now, cos I am, i’m not missing out here), I want more energy, I want to sleep better. I want all the things that a healthy lifestyle gives me.
I just hate the idea of it.
I’m a bad, smoking, drinking, partying kind of chick; not an eco, airy fairy hippy yummy soon to be mummy gym bunny with designer wear up my ass crack. Why can’t i be 18 again?
Grrr.
Kx
P.s i start at the gym tonight.
Ok, so here’s the thing. I joined the gym a year a half ago when i got a new job with a gym on the way. I’d never been a gym bunny before then, hell I wouldn’t even run for a bus, but i had put on 3 stone in a couple of years and needed to do something. Now, i love the gym, i love the endorphins you get from exercise but mostly i love the fact that my clothes fit better, i have gone down 2 dress sizes and i can eat a curry on a Friday if i feel like it.
One thing i am definitely not is an eco, airy fairy hippy yummy soon to be mummy gym bunny with designer wear up my ass crack and neither is anyone else who goes to my gym.
You have to go to the right place for how you want to work out…it’t the only way to not get demotivated
…P.s i didnt mean to insult anyone with that comment about people who go to the gym :(
I heart the gym! I too used to utterly despise it but have recently found a love for the ache I get in my legs following a work out. I like the feeling that I’ve achieved something.
I’ve been a bit slack recently though and seriously need to get back into it. Else I’ll be even more overweight than I currently am. Ugh.
I hate the gym. I’m over weight by a lot but I just can’t motivate myself to go. It’s one of the reasons I hate myself. Eeek
I don’t think I could ever go to a conventional gym, but I do love my Curves. It’s become really hard work since they started their supersmart microchip which tells you which muscles you’ve worked and how many calories you’ve burned, but more fun too because you can see just how hard you’re working. At least that’s a motivator, I think if I was just going in and playing around on machines I’d get fed up really quickly.
I swear I think we are the same person…I too have gained a little weight but I still think I’m sexy and Hubby says he loves me just the way I am but, he has lost some weight (without even TRYING I might add! Who quits smoking and LOSES weight? UGH!) I want to lose some weight too. I just don’t wanna have to WORK at it!! Ugh…I even have a home gym that came with our new house…I have NEVER used it!! I’m hoping to find the inspiration and motivation to start using it. I also know that I should want to quit smoking…I just don’t want to quit right now…
I am going through the same thing. Luckily I had a horrid flu for 6 weeks so I kind of look okay now but I know that the pudge will be right back as soon as I start eating (read:drinking) normally. No fun.
I love your blog, I found you on twitter and followed you because I’ve seen you comment on a lot of the blogs that I read.
@LizSara – lol at the arsecrack gag. :)
You just need to find yourself at the gym. Because, usually there’s something for everyone. Maybe you’re a class kind of gal (and you’ll find your favorites and stick with them!). Or maybe you like the variety that the different cardio machines offer. And just maybe you like pumping the iron. The thing is, there’s something for everyone. And if you get bored, think up a contest you can have with your boytoy. Who can do the most sit-ups. Or who can run the fastest mile. That’s keep you focused for sure!
I discovered a Wii Fit under the TV earlier this week. My gym membership is getting the heave-ho as soon as poss.
I go through phases of doing lots of good things then lots of naughty things – I joined a posh gym with my old job and LOVED it – especially all the classes, and even the running machines and what have you, but after about six months it started wearing me down.
I have now not exercised in any kind of energetic way for ages. I am about the same weight as I always am though but I put that down to walking as much as I can all over London. It takes the edge off my chocolate muffin addiction (they are about as moreish as crack, to plaigarise Peep Show)