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!
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