Cliché Beginning

I hope you all had a very merry Christmas regardless of the current situation. That’s me enjoying my Ferraro Roches and Aldi version of Baileys white choc on Boxing Day.

Now Christmas is over, I’m thinking ahead to new year. Will it be another cliché? Trying to lose some ibs for one month but then relapse after a month or so? Signing up for the gym to go maybe once and think that’s enough?

The answer is … maybe.

Due to my ill health this year and me not watching what I eat for most of it (bar Gousto for a couple of weeks) I am now at the heaviest I have EVER been. I am 18.5 stone. It’s crazy!

What’s worse is, I can really notice the impact on my health (regardless of Covid). My breathing is hindered by the fat around my neck, shoulders snd breasts, I stop breathing during my sleep, I snore a colossal amount, my neck is joined to my face, I get tired out doing nothing and my PCOS has gone crazy. Forget 5 o click shadow I’ve got 9am shadow. I’ve also been on my period since Nov 3rd….. non stop and counting!!!! God knows how I’m not anaemic. Therefore this is not going to be a sheep following some fads. This is going to be a serious attempt at getting my health back in order. If I’ve learnt anything from this shit year it’s that your health and happiness are all that matters (there’s the cliché).

Come the 1st of January, I’ll be more active on here and try and post weekly posts. Comment your accounts so I can follow your journeys too! Maybe we can help each other.

S x

Lockdown Workout

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!

Warning! This is not a drill.

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This is what I have been up to.

Hello dear fitness world.

My how I have missed you. Has it truly been 8 months since my last post? You know what that also means? 8 months of slacking. S-L-A-C-K-I-N-G! Yes I admit it, I have been slothing around horrendously, working out every now and again, binge eating then crash dieting and not to mention drinking excessively. I knew exactly what I was doing at the time I was doing it and the repercussions of those actions (mainly being added weeks/months of grueling workouts). Yet I chose to ignore those thoughts and carried on abusing my body. I feel like I have just been experiencing my fitness ‘teenage years’ in 8 months. Rebelling against my own ‘sensible’ self.

You know where these 8 months of rebelling have got me? 1 stone heavier and back to square 2 (not quite square 1) with my running. 3 miles seems like pure hell on Earth and half of my energy that I should be using to run is wasted on expressing my emotions using only uterrly foul language. I even think I have made up some new ones in the process.

Thankfully, my brain kicked in and decided enough is enough. It told me the only way I could overcome this turbulent phase was to do something drastic; a real kick up the arse. So I did just that. I signed up for a half marathon. This may not seem much to those of you who run more marathons than have showers but to me, this was the best, most achievable yet challenging goal I could aim towards. After all, the most I have ever ran is 6miles. Signing up for the half marathon has helped me regain focus and direction. I have something I HAVE to work towards. If I am to run 13 miles, I will run the whole thing not just jogging a bit then walking the rest. Signing up for the half marathon also forces me to make healthier choices in regards to my eating habbits. There is no way that my knees would be able to endure running with my current weight for the bus let alone 13 miles.

I don’t know about how you are in regards to healthy eating and general fitness but the only way I have found that I can suceed is by ‘forcing’ myself to do/eat things that I genuinely do not want to. I have to get way out of my comfort zone and in the end I start to enjoy aspects that otherwise used to repel me. Heck, I came so far so why can’t I finally finish my weightloss journey this time? Maybe these past 8 months were a long, unintenional rest that I needed to finish what I set out to initially achieve. The process is going to be damn right challenging and will sometimes seem impossible but I reackon I have now regained the midset to accomplish my goal.

Currently, I am back in London at uni. Exams are over and we are back at placement. There is tonnes of work that I have to do but I am no longer using that as an excuse and I shall be back blogging more regularly once again. Watch this space!

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My waistline will be this small again.

 

 

What’s New With Me, What’s New With You?

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Helloooooooo!!!

I hope you’re all well. What’s new?

I was just in the shower when I thought to myself, ”I really miss the world of WordPress”. (Well I sang it to myself in all honesty.) So here I am. Writing my first post, in what seems like forever!! (Apologies, I know my last post was, also, a bit apologetic about my lack of interaction but please bear with.)

I thought I would give you all a quick update on my, seemingly, hectic life first of all.

I have just moved down to London to start my degree which has been such a stress for me. In reality, I am quite grumpy and don’t like when I have to make new friends so this was a major worry for me. However, I have put my unsociableness (is that a word?) aside and made 5 friends so far. So primary school -esque I know but that’s what it feels like. Then there’s the whole writing thing. I haven’t written anything bar my name and these posts (which aren’t exactly degree standard English) in around 5 years. According to a quiz I had to take in my induction regarding my time keeping and mentality, these next three years are going to be extremely stressful for me and I am most likely to fail. It also stated that I should get a lot of help. Psychologically or not, I just don’t know. So yeah, I am so enthusiastic about the next three years of my life.

Then there is the London look, sorry, thing, which I am dedicating a whole post to. It will most likely be filled with ranting bullshit, much like this one just to give you a quick heads up.

On top of all of this, I have had my hair cut, which at first I liked, but now I’ve washed it and figured out that I cant style it like the hairdresser lady… I bloody hate it and look like a boy.

With all of this going on, I have convinced myself that I haven’t had time to do much exercise. Now I have settled down a bit, I realise this is a fat persons excuse. I have had so many hours of just daydreaming, watching Netflix and or eating. This is not a routine I want to get myself back into. Especially as I have put a bit of weight on. My subconscious is also telling me to get my fat ass together as I had a horrible dream about being about 40 stone last night. It was terrifyingly realistic.

I am, therefore, going to sort my life out a bit and schedule exercise into my days. (A tip the quiz thing gave me. Should I reference that or something?)  My Fitness Pal is back in the game and salad is my new best friend.

I am going to go more into my exercise plans in my next post so wont give too much away right now so keep your eyes peeled.. Not that it’s going to be thrilling or anything.

Until that time folks, have a good’en!

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Running-You CAN Do It!

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Running. Severn letters that combine to make one of the most feared words in all time. But why is that?

I must admit, I have never been a fan of running. Even when I was mega sporty and fit, I could only just manage three miles. So when I was told by my mum to go running with her at the start of my ‘health kick’ back last summer, I almost felt sick to the stomach. I couldn’t do it back then let alone when I was over 16 and a half stone!! Nether the less, I was forced to start doing just over a mile route. We could have probably walked quicker but at least it was more than sitting at home.
We went for these short runs maybe once or twice a week mixed in with my normal work outs, walks and Zumba from August to Christmas. So I didn’t mind going for the runs. They weren’t challenging. Once New Year hit, I decided I wanted to take running seriously. I signed up for the 10k Great Manchester run for May to try and force myself to work harder. From New Year I started doing an extended 30minute route with my mum. Over the next month, we were able to pick up the pace and that became easier. In Feb I joined the local Park Run. Every Saturday I have walked 25 mins to the park and ran 5k. The first time I did it, I managed half a lap (out of two) then had to walk/run the rest of the way. Now though, I can do both laps without stopping and I’m improving my time each time I go.
From this week I have decided to do 5k at least two times a week mixed in with my normal workout, Zumba and maybe a long power walk every other Sunday.

The main point in my experience I have just written, is that it DOES get easier. Honestly. The biggest tip I can give you, the thing that gets me through everyone of my runs is to think positive. Keep telling yourself not to quit, just go that bit further. It pays off no end. Since I’ve been doing the Park Runs, I have noticed the runs round where I live that I do with my mam are so much easier and now she has to struggle to keep up with me. Even she can’t believe it.

After a run, you feel so satisfied and proud of yourself. You really do deserve a pat on the back. Not only this but there is a HUGE running community out there and everyone of them are lovely and encouraging. I’ve spoken to quite a few at the Park runs and it’s surprising how many started out like me. They are so inspiring.

So if you want to start running but are too scared, just go for it. Don’t be afraid of what you look like running, at least you are actually doing something! Sign yourself up to a charity run or club. Meet with friends who go or just go by yourself. Yes it’s going to take a lot of will power to get up and go. Yes it’s going to hurt like hell for a while. But it WILL get better as long as you persevere. You will not regret it!

Happy running.