Further to my blog of yesterday regarding the gym.....
It is just after 7am, I am still half asleep, despite having been to the gym, and I realise we are having a casual day at work and I need to find jeans and a top to wear.. I can't just throw on a suit and walk out the door - today needs consideration.. Need to wear a top high enough not to show my back tattoo (previous blog: Women & Tattoos), something that is classified as smart business casual and something which does not show too much of anything - essentially, as I used to tell my team "wear something you would wear out to lunch with your grandma".
This needs thought.
I decide on suitable clothing and I put on my black boots. They felt odd.. So I changed to my red boots. They felt weird as well and were obviously too big. By this stage I am convinced that getting up at 5.10am and doing a work out from 5.30am to 6.30am is sending me loony and perhaps I need a rest.
Then it clicks. So I go try on a pair of shoes and guess what? They are too big. The gym is paying off people; I am losing weight in my freaking feet. Awesome.
Maybe in another 7 weeks my butt will be smaller. Or my feet will have gone from a size 8 to a 6 and then I'll look stupid - 5 foot 7 and a size 6 foot.
It's all I've got today. I am too bloody tired after waking up at 4.53am this morning in anticipation of the alarm going off at 5.07am. Ignore me, I am just cranky. Got out of bed the wrong side.
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So, as per a previous blog, I joined a gym.. I thought it would be filled with a lot of beautiful people. "Posers" if you will.. I'm really glad to say that I was absolutely wrong.. The gym I have joined is full of people of all ages all with one thing in mind, to get a little fitter and look a littler (or a lot) better than they do now.
Three to four days per week I drag myself out of bed at 4.55am. It is winter. It isn't easy. I am at the gym by 5.25pm and on a machine by 5.32am. I work out for 60 minutes.
The first six weeks didn't really herald any physical results. But every day I went a minute or two longer on the cross trainer and had a steeper incline on the walking machine. Now I am up to 40 minutes on the cross trainer. No sweat. Okay, that is a lie - there is a lot of sweat and I curse the damn thing for the first 12 minutes or so - a few times I've nearly just stopped and thrown in the towel. But I didn't. I kept going. And bang. Last Friday someone told me I was looking good. Was I? I had given up looking for results, I was happy with increasing my fitness. The next day I noticed my jeans no longer fitted me without a belt and even then I looked like one of those ridiculous teenagers who wears their jeans down around their butt showing off their underwear.. Next stop.. Shopping for new jeans. In September - the end to be precise. I am not rushing out to buy new clothes now, I am going to wait a bit to see what other physical changes take place..
I don't love the gym but I know that in order to regain the confidence I seem to have lost I need to do something to make myself feel better. Having said that I don't hate the gym either. It has just formed a part of my day - like lunch.
So, if you are thinking about joining a gym I encourage you to give it a go. They are not all places full of beautiful posers who really don't need to work out.
I have a gym "buddy" - a friend who gets up at the stupid hour every day to go to the gym with me. We don't really speak, we probably grunt (who is at their best at that hour?) - but it is motivating. I can't let her down and she feels she can't let me down.
So stay tuned, I'll report how I feel again at then end of September - just under 8 weeks away!
