It’s been over 5 months since I’ve being trying to get healthy and lose weight which probably has a correlation with the lack of posts in recent months.
It’s not that I’ve stopped eating AT ALL. I just have tried to be choosy about what I’m going to splash out on eating rather than eating anything I god well please all day long. So instead of pre-made calorific sandwiches for lunch and massive helpings of dinner, I plan what I eat and cut down on my portions.
I’ve tried to be inventive in our meal time food, using Weight Watchers recipes online or putting a twist on our own favourite tea-time treats. So when it comes to having cake at WI meetings or nights out at Dining Club, I can treat myself. It’s nothing new. We all know it’s about balance. And hopefully that’s what will make it sustainable and keep me healthy into a ripe old age.
I’ve lost 2 stones so far and I’m halfway through my weight-loss plan but I know the harder bit will be keeping it off. That’s why I’ve failed before.
But it’s not all about weight. I’m not too bothered about the actual numbers on the scales, I more concerned with how I feel and what clothes I can wear. What I know has done me good has been actually getting off my arse and doing some exercise. I’ve been walking to work and back pretty much everyday since January and tried a few classes. But the biggest revelation for me has been running.
I’ve always been a self-confessed running-phobe. I hated it. I wasn’t built to be a runner with my larger-than-average chest. At school, I came second to last in our House Cross-Country competition, in front of the obese girl with asthma. I’ve never been able to understand what those people who choose to jog around parks get out of it, other than a sweaty face and aching knees. It seemed like rubbish way of getting fit.
But it seems like in 2013, everyone is running…even geeks. So I decided to give it a whirl and find out why. I downloaded the NHS Choices Couch to 5k podcast, donned my trainers (same pair I’ve had since I was 15) and got out there.
The first week was hard. Running for 60 seconds may sound like the easiest thing in the world to you but for me, it was a struggle. I panted and wheezed my way around the woods, delighted every time it was time to walk. But it ended. And the woman on the podcast, whose soothing voice helped me through the run, congratulated me. And I felt good. And I got up early a couple of days later and did it again and again.
Now, I don’t feel like a runner yet. I’ve just finished Week 3 and I’m no Paula Radcliffe; I’m only running for 3 minutes straight at a time. But the amazing feeling I get when I’ve finished a run is awesome. I feel strong and alive. Yesterday, I got up at 7am in the rain and ran through the woods with mud splashing up my calves. I want to carry on and get better and I seriously can’t wait to start Week 4 tomorrow. I’ve even signed up to do a 3km fun run in July.
I’m not sure why I’ve suddenly felt like this compared to all the times I’ve tried to exercise before. On some level, I feel like now is the time for me to focus on my health and stop taking for granted my body. At the end of last year, I lost a close family member who should have lived for a long time. I don’t want that to happen to me.
So I’ll try my best to run. And I’ll continue to eat my slice of cake now and then too.