Today I joined a gym . . .
This is such a huge thing for me. I have always been a curvy girl – big boobs, juicy bum and for the most part, I rocked my figure . . . until I started to work for myself. I don’t know if it was the pressure of being my own boss, the home cooked food available every day or the fact that I simply could, but I started to get complacent with my health. Leggings took over from skinny jeans and my body has undeniably grown from well-put-together curves into an up-a-dress-size wobbly body that I just don’t recognise, and I hate to admit it, but I sometimes feel embarrassed about.
So. Time to make some changes and the gym is it. In my early 20’s I LOVED the gym. I was there almost every day for an hour of gym work followed by a jacuzzi or sun-bed as my reward and I was really, really healthy. I had a lovely body where I didn’t have to consider too much what I wore and could pick up clothes very easily. I had confidence by the bucket load and felt pretty fabulous most days. It was definitely a lifestyle choice which over the years has disappeared in favour of gin cocktails and nights on the sofa.
Fast forward into my 30’s and I can safely say since getting married I have gotten way too comfortable. I stopped the gym membership (it dawned on me that just because I had membership it didn’t mean a thing unless I actually went), stopped swimming and have gradually yo-yo’d myself up and down a couple of stone and a dress size. I have noticed recently how my body shape has started to change from an hourglass towards an apple and I just don’t like what I see. It’s not my normal anymore and I feel lethargic. I’m getting a lot of migraines, colds and bugs in general and have come to realise I must listen to this body of mine, show it some love and get back to a good state of health.
“. . . whatever time you need to enrich your life, it is absolutely worth the investment . . .”
My eating habits along with my exercise routines are about to get a style overhaul.
I love the passage at the top of this post so much. A beautiful friend posted it on Facebook earlier this year and it really struck a note within me. I made this version and stuck it on my wall and I also have a copy in my diary so it is right there giving me the reality check I need when I need to prioritise anything or get myself out of a rut.
I am guilty of telling myself I don’t have time for doing the basic things I should be doing to stay in good health. I figure that for my own self, I must be able to prioritise me over work and find 4 hours a week where I can invest back in myself.
4 hours . . . that’s 240 minutes . . . 14,400 seconds out of the 604,800 I am credited with each week.
It’s not a lot and whether you need to make some health time, indulgence time or whatever time you need to enrich your life, it is absolutely worth the investment.
This autumn I want to be wearing clothes that do not have an elastic band around the waist or include elastane. Unless I’m smashing it in the gym.