For a week of pretty much no motivation until yesterday… I’m quite pleased with that.
The scales were cleaned after this close up pic showed up so much dust!
For a week of pretty much no motivation until yesterday… I’m quite pleased with that.
The scales were cleaned after this close up pic showed up so much dust!
Well, I think I’ve smashed this Saturday morning.
Remember yesterday’s no motivation post?
Well I’ve completed a Nike morning workout for just under half an hour and also the Couch to 5 k first run for half an hour too. But you’re on week two I hear you say… I’m starting again for my partner who has decided they want to do it too.
Have a great weekend all!
Friday was a decent day for our temperamental British weather. We decided to make the most of it and go for a hike up Kinder Scout from Edale and back around again.
The whole walk was just over 10 miles. It was beautiful the entire way even when I was sweating my head off puffing away trying to climb up Jacob’s Ladder.
Our route down took a slight death defying turn when I took us down the wrong path that abruptly ended at a steep rocky waterfall that we had to clamber down. Made it all the more fun though!
Here are just a few snippets I took along the way. They don’t quite do the actual sights any justice though.
UNDER THE 18 STONE THRESHOLD.
After a week of cutting down on the food mainly at dinner times and a walk here and there, I’ve managed to knock off a few pounds.
Proof won’t be in the pudding – it will be in if I can maintain or lose this coming week.
I’ve got a recipe and a walk blog I can’t wait to share with you all this week so keep your eyes peeled for those.
The slight ease of the lockdown here in England has seen us go on a variety of walks to new local places along with one or two of our favourite ones over the past week. From flat 3 milers to rather un-flat milers.
It has felt so good to be back in nature and doing the thing I love most – walking. I must admit, I have been pretty mardy some of the days at myself for not being able to do some of the climbs as easy as before. I have to remember that this rehab for my lungs and entire body is going to take a long time. Never the less, our walks ranging from 3-9miles were certainly a great starting point.
Here are some snaps from the past week:
Canals: The nicest area near us is a long stretch of canal that goes past our town through Warrington and towards Liverpool. The wildlife is so lovely down there. Lots of baby ducks, swans, coots along with so many other birds. I’ve been going on a few 3mile walks on my lunches down there and also been lucky to meet so many lovely dogs. Flat but very pretty and can rake up the miles if needed down there.
Dovestones: Our favourite place. A walk down past the 2nd and 3rd reservoirs and up the hill towards the waterfall. A scramble up the boulders of the waterfall then a ‘hands and knees’ climb up the steep slope on the other side to make it to the top of the moorland. Then came the views which we enjoyed as we walked along the top of the moors for a few miles. I couldn’t manage our usual 16mile route so we cut back down to the second reservoir and then did a final circle of the 1st main reservoir then back up the hill to the car.
Mam Tor: We decided to climb the steeper rout to the top of Mam Tor to avoid the crowds of people. This meant ascending as soon as you parked to even get to the mountain. I struggled a lot here with my breathing. I took a few puffs of my inhaler which helped a lot but then it was my general unfitness that got me. It was slow but we still made it to the top. We then went along the ridge of Shivering Mountain but cut the route short because of the amount of people. We didn’t mind though, the downward path let us meet some friendly cows, lambs and chickens on the way down to Castleton. Then a long trudge back up the hill to the car.
Rivington Pike: Somewhere new where we have never been. I would say we went the wrong way but there seemed to be so many different paths that you could take to get there that I don’t think we did. Either way, we climbed up through the woodland, up through the farmers hilly fields (full of sheep and lambs) then up the paths and round to the stairway up to the monument. As you can tell it was very UP! I wasn’t expecting the climb to be as hard as it was but it was definitely worth it. Stunning views across the north west Merseyside. The wind was crazy so we didn’t stay too long at the top as it was hard to stand upright so we headed down past a cute tower house places and down through some more woodland. We didn’t have a route planned we just knew what direction the car was in. Along the way we say some cute little buildings but unfortunately not the famous bridges. Maybe next time.
Today, whilst at work I weighed myself. I haven’t weighed myself in months. Possibly even since before Christmas.
What I know is that the last time I weighed myself, I was heavier than I had been in a while. Just under 16st. Looking down at the scales today I was given a huge shock – a crash landing back to Earth. 115kg … 18stone!! What the actual fuck?! I don’t think I’ve been that heavy in my life. I knew I’d put some on but didn’t think it was that much.
This was quite possibly the kick in the teeth that I need. As you know, I’ve started going walking where I can again and eating better. But I could do more. This is where that happens.
A few years ago I posted my start pics. Today I shall post them again, I’m pretty much back to that point or even beyond it to be honest. I hope to then post an updated pic of my progress every month from then on. It may spur me on when things start getting tough and I feel like caving in and eating my weight in crap. The prospect of the hard work to come is daunting and, honestly, upsetting. It took months and months and months of blood sweat and tears last time. Torture to start with until I finally started to enjoy it. However, it’s my own fault and I just have to suck it up and focus on my health. After all, if we didn’t know already, these strange times have certainly reminded us that health is everything.
So, without further or do, here are my current pics. 18stone! My goodness. No wonder my back and knees hurt. Let’s see how things go from here.
Keep safe all,
A little different time my other posts, but I thought I’d share with you my experience of having Coronavirus.
March 2020. I am an NHS professional and even though the pandemic was confirmed in China and spreading across the world, we were still seeing a lot of people, taking no measures to keep our distance from one another even if they told us they’d just returned from abroad etc.
March 13th. Me and my partner had annual leave booked for our anniversary and decided to go for a hike in the Lakes. We walked up the first 100m of a steep incline and my partner was ridiculously breathless and feeling as though she was going to pass out. I was alright but decided to leave the hike as she was never like this.
March 16th. My partner had a constant cough, breathless and feeling generally under the weather. I start having a cough too and notice a strange feeling of breathlessness. For example I would get up to go to the toilet and be huffing and puffing. Walking up the stairs was exhausting. I didn’t feel too bad though in myself. The rest of this week carried on the same. I felt like I had flu symptoms but extremely mild.
Week 2. This week I started to develop a fever and felt crap. My breathlessness got worse. I developed a sore throat like none before. It started on my right side and felt like a knife. I couldn’t talk as it hurt so much. Even the air during breathing irritated it. As the week went on my glands swelled up in my neck, armpits and groin. They were aching constantly and my legs hurt so much. I start taking a lot of paracetamol, hot drinks constantly, put vicks on my chest, suck on throat sweets. My partner was starting to get better and still relaxing.
Week 3. This was the worst week of my symptoms. My chest hurt to a new level. Anyone who knows me knows that I constantly get chest infections but this was on a different level. My legs hurt so much that I couldn’t sleep or get comfortable. Because of the two, I kept going in a hot bath for hours to try and relieve the pain. This helped to some extent. My breathing was at its worst and even laying down I was huffing and puffing. I spent days and days in bed. My sore throat had gone but my cough was constant which got worse when talking. I didn’t cough up any phlegm. Only very occasional small amounts of white phlegm My partner was more or less better and back at work but decided I should call 111 as it had been three weeks and I was getting worse. They just advised to stay off of work another 7 days. No point going hospital as they wouldn’t be able to do anything and no point me getting tested as by the symptoms, I do have it.
Week 4. My chest was still hurting. My cough was starting to get a tad better but I still couldn’t talk much without coughing constantly. In myself I felt better and started doing things around the house and garden along with going for very small walks around the block. The body aches were going down. Started getting very painful occasional stomach ache and pain over my liver.
April 14th. First day back at work. Chest still hurting and still a bit breathless when going up stairs but feeling good and ready to get back into work. Half way through my shift I am there chatting to my colleagues when I can’t concentrate on what they are saying, I feel light headed. I go to my manager to tell her that maybe I’m not as well as I thought when she talks to me and I can’t understand what she’s saying, feeling even more faint. I had to just interrupt her and say I need to sit. Whilst sitting down I nearly faint twice and go completely white. I remember seeing my hands and they were white/blue. Every one comments how white I am. Once I felt a bit better I went home and called the GP who told me to just ride it out and he will send me a sick note.
That evening my legs start aching again and my breathing gets rapid and shallow and I feel almost as bad as I was in week three. My chest was so achey around the back and sides and if I took a deep breath it hurt in the front too. I kept feeling like I needed to yawn to get oxygen. My mum called as I said I was sent home from work and commented that I wasn’t making much sense. Later, my partner got home from work and commented on how white and crap I looked. She also said that I wasn’t making much sense. In bed, I didn’t feel right at all, I was disinterested with anything and my breathing was rubbish along with body aches and my bad chest. I decided to call 111 who said I needed to go to hospital. Another person rang me and said as he couldn’t hear my heavy breathing I didn’t need to go in so he will get a Dr to call me. During this time I went to the toilet and went to close the lid but instead swiped and smashed a candle off of the top. I also went to drink some water but poured it over the bed. My partner was very concerned. I was just very confused and spaced out and EXTREMELY cold. The Dr called and decided she would come and see me. At 1am she came around, assessed me and although my sats were ok she decided I should go A&E and was going to call an Ambulance. My partner said she would take me as it would be quicker. So off we went.
In A&E I didn’t wait at all and was taken through. They checked my obs and took some arterial blood to check the oxygen. I was spaced out and breathing heavily. My obs and oxygen were fine so they were confused as to why I was like I was. The Dr came over and assessed me and advised that this was most likely a secondary infection probably pneumonia due to me defo having COVID by my previous symptoms. She said there was no point having a test as this wasn’t COVID anymore as I didn’t have a temperature. There was no point getting a chest X-ray as it would not alter her giving my antibiotics for the infection. And as my obs were ok she didn’t think I should be admitted, I should go rest at home.
April 16th. No longer delirious. Chest is very achey and painful around the back, my breathing is better but get huffy still when I do anything. Starting to get stuffy again and phlegmy which makes me thing these antibiotics are already working (taking 8 a day). My legs are still very achey and my nodes are raised again in my armpits so at least my body is taking on this second lot of infection. Yesterday I spent the day in bed but today I’m downstairs on the sofa. I went to sit in the sun for 5mins but got to tired and so came back in to lie down and now I am writing this.
So here I am, just taking my tablets and resting for another two weeks to recover from this pneumonia. If feeling ok, I need to go back to work after these two weeks on phase return. After following the advice of just constantly staying home and resting I would suggest anyone feeling as bad as I did in week three to call 111 and speak to someone about it. I genuinely feel that if they had actually sent a Dr to me then, I would have been admitted. I thought I was going to die – genuinely. The time that I went to hospital I didn’t feel quite as bad but obviously it was a good thing so I could get the antibiotics. I think if I had gone to hospital with the Covid I may have been treated and not got this secondary infection. Who knows though. We didn’t have that much info back in March so no one knew what to suggest other than stay at home. Luckily now, they have a touch more info which is why I’m writing this so you can see that sometimes it does last over the 14days. Not once did I lose my taste or smell. The symptoms seem to be anything you can think of….. Covid gives it you!! I may have forgotten to add things as I want to tell you so much but can’t think of everything right now. So feel free to ask my anything.
Please do stay safe everyone. Look after yourselves and follow your governments rules. I only wish our government hadn’t left it so long to impose the lockdown, our death rate wouldn’t be so high. And that’s only hospital deaths. I know our confirmed cases would be sky high if they had bothered testing us. But anyway, that’s a rant that I shall have when feeling fully better and back with my colleagues. You know it’s bad when you are excited to go back to work!! Lets all hope this lifts soon and we change as a society to appreciate what matters more in life.
I want to start by saying that I hope you and your families are all well during these testing times. Remember to stay in and stay safe and follow your governments rules. To all of those still having to work – thank you!
Why hello all. It’s been a while…. a fair few years in fact. Quick lowdown – I am pretty much back to where I was when I very first started this blog, but that’s for another post (oops).
As most of us are in lockdown I thought I would share an old post that I did in order for us to 1) not gain 1000st (like I actually have) and 2) to help us not go completely insane. It’s a very resourceful workout that I used to do at my parents house in the garden. You don’t need fancy equipment, you just need to use your imagination a little. You can also take it inside if the weather is pants.
For those who want the original post with pics it’s, ‘You don’t have to be rich to get fit’ https://itwillbeworththeweight.com/2015/04/16/you-dont-need-to-be-rich-to-get-fit/ . For all of you lazy lot, you can find it below…
Whenever I speak to people who want to get fit, 95% of them are under the misapprehension that they need to join some sort of gym or join at least 10 exercise classes or even buy £1000 pounds worth of equipment and or lycra Nike clothes. Wrong I tell them! You can literally exercise anywhere. Sometime you just have to use your imagination abit. For my current workouts, when I am not in London, I use the following…. A hula hoop (You can get for £1 or 2). My Dads’ old tatty but heavy weights (You can get cheap ones 2nd hand). An actual peice of rope for skipping (Not for Cluedo uses). My mums veg box currently filled with dry Lavender(For steps and push ups). My mums dried up hanging basket (For high kicks). A patch of block paving. Which turns into… 5 minutes jogging. 5 minute sprint intervals. 5 minutes hula hooping. Set of weight exercises. 2 minutes running. 150 skips. 30 high kicks each leg. 20 push ups. 5 minute hula hooping. 2 minutes running. 100 step ups. Repeat 2/3 times. If it rains..I do all of these inside. Stick some music on pretend you have a hula hoop, circle your hips equals the same effect as using an actual one. Running wise, is just on the spot. Steps..I just use a little but sturdy stool. So there you go, my workout on the cheap!
So yesterday I surpassed the 500 likes mark.
Thank you readers! I hope you enjoy all future content no matter how staggered, grammatically incorrect and poorly spelt it may be.
The other day I decided to give it a go and see what all of the fuss was about. Hey, how hard can some stretches be that every hipster in the west practices? So I started with a beginner session. Wasn’t that bad, the pace or lack of pace in the moves did make me feel a twinge here and there but nothing too difficult.
So I try another session this morning, more aimed at fat burning. 3 moves in and I’m full on yelling some extremely rude words at the lady on my screen…… Yeah………… (and that was still a beginner session).
So this post is dedicated to all of you Yoga’ists (?) out there. I am so sorry for saying/thinking crap about something I had never even tried or looked into properly and now have so much respect for all of you especially those who can actually bend in all of those paranormal ways and make even the beginner moves look like a piece of piss.
I shall now be judging less, filtering my crap talk and try to get better in this discipline alongside my running.