Sometimes to understand where someone is going you have to first understand where they have been. I am about to start blogging frequently about my fitness pursuits so I wanted you to know the struggles and victories I have faced previously.
Why is a lawyer and entrepreneur talking to me about fitness? What does she know and why am I not listening to a PT instead? The answer is simple, I have lived it! I have gone from that place of despair being disproportionality unhappy with my body, shed over two stone and achieved the near ‘perfect body’. The only qualification I have is life.
Before anyone slams me for the prefect body statement a) I am not talking about my current body and b) it was perfect for me and that’s what’s important. Everyone’s body goals should be different be because THEY ARE different.
I have always been an image conscious sort of a girl. I was a dancer from the age of 2 years old. A chubby baby and toddler but the size of a stick insect throughout childhood and early teens. From 15 years old I had a membership at the local gym but slowly but surely the weight piled on. Fast forward to when I hit 27 and I was overweight. I wasn’t a burden on the NHS overweight but I was unhappy with the way I looked and most importantly, I was unhealthy. I hadn’t realised it at the time but although id been attending the gym for 3 time a weeks for 10 years, my efforts weren’t far off sitting on the couch. Id drive to the gym, tootle around on the treadmill for 20, maybe swish the cross trainer about for 10 and spend another 15 lying on the floor occasionally doing sit ups. This will get you nowhere! My conscience was somehow salved by the idea that monthly sums of money went out of my bank account to the gym and that counted to something. In addition my diet was shocking, my favourite thing to eat was McDonalds and my food choices were tied in with a sense of self-indulgence I just couldn’t see. “I have had a terrible day so I deserve this bar of chocolate” or “I ran for ten minutes so I earned this fast food”. The missing ingredient was EDUCATION.
Surfing actually helped kick start my weight loss. If you ever get a chance… DO IT! It’s so much fun and striving against the waves to get out there is the best exercise ever! In case anyone thinks i am being dramatic and I actually didn’t look that bad…there are way worse pics of me bigger but I think this is quite enough. If my fitness following grows sufficiently and people are interested I will revisit the topic. It really took quite a bit courage to put even these pic of me out there for the world to see.
On my return from travelling I was determined to do something about my fitness. A friend and I joined a boot camp in our local area. Anyone living in Lancashire take a look at ECN bodyworks run by a now friend of mine Emma. A long story short it was a brilliant place to kick start my education.
I’d previously gone for the fanciest gyms with the nice swimming pool. This one was reasonably priced and didn’t boast all the trimmings of my usual gym but I actually achieved something. I learnt so many things on this journey I can’t put them in one blog but I will try and share them all by the end of this fitness series. The basics were following HIIT (high intensity interval training) mostly bodyweight stuff, burpees, push-ups, squats. There was also re-education about nutrition and breaking habits.
Although I realise this statement could be taken to be anti-feminist (which of course I’m not) this is the shortest way I could think of on the spot to describe them to those not familiar with the gym lingo. Think bars with weights, kettle bells and tyres and you are not far off.
Long story short in the months that followed I lost over two stone and at my lightest I weighed 8stong 2lbs. It wasn’t about being thinner, it was about so much more, I was happy, full of energy, healthy and I felt so much better! Now to share some more flattering photos to demonstrate the shape I was in.
I wish this was where the story ended up it doesn’t. Part two coming soon.