I am not into fitness. I like to walk the dogs and walk around with the small dribbly one, but that is about it. Walking is fine, it is when you are supposed to up walking to running. Running is evil, it is up there with ironing as a thing that I will try my hardest not to spend time doing. I was invited to a thirty day challenge by a friend on facebook. I clicked accept. Now I am doing a thirty day, get fit challenge.
Why am I doing this?
Well, my mini man is going to be eight months old at the weekend. I was a very lucky lady when pregnant and I only gained a stone of extra me weight whilst having him. That stone is still here. I would like it to go away. I would like to have a flat stomach again. I don’t expect to have rippling abs and wander around in crop tops, but I would like to wear a vest top and not feel self conscious about my soft, wobbly tummy and worry that I am sporting a muffin top.
In years gone by I would always look to the swimming pool to shed any excess pounds. I used to live across the road from a pool and have time to swim three or four times a week. Now that I have a baby going swimming for fitness is out of the window, I don’t have the money to swim that often, I don’t live opposite a pool anymore.
So I need a free, in house way to reclaim my body confidence.
Even though I have no love for fitness, if I want to feel confident and love me again, I think that I am going to have to bite the bullet (and stop biting the biscuits) and get sweaty in my living room (not in a fun way).
I am going to master a chair dip (sounds like a stripper trick) a wall squat, a donkey kick (sure that I watched a terrible film about deviant sex acts called something like that) and a leg reach (I can already reach my legs so hopefully I will be a pro at that one).
When I signed up for a blogging challenge to blog every day for twenty eight days I found time to sit and write each day. So I know that I can take time out and prioritse if I REALLY want to do something.
My worry is that unlike writing, which I love to do, this is something that I don’t love to do. Also nobody is making me a star chart that they will send me if I complete the challenge.
Which means I have to self motivate.
I am going to do my best.
I am going to whip my mid section back into shape.
I am going to feel confident when I look in the mirror again.
I may need someone to come to my house and stop me from setting up a self imposed reward system of ice cream for doing the exercises (therefore making them pointless, it is the sort of thing that I am liable to do).
Isn’t it a shame that typing doesn’t make you fit and healthy, I would be the trimmest person around!
Someone said that with baby weight it is nine months on, nine months off. If I get to my little persons ninth month and I am not in shape then I will not be happy. I don’t expect it to just melt off me, especially not with the amount of pasta and potatoes that I eat! So I am off to learn how to exercise.
Wish me luck, and motivation, I think I am going to need it.