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First Gym Class


Ok so it’s not my first ever, in fact a couple years ago I use to be a regular at gym classes, the instructor knew my name (to my horror) and I would manage to squeeze them in before or after work.
But now, they scare me. It’s amazing how much confidence you can loose in such a short space of time. The things that make me anxious about these new gym classes are as follows:

– Where or which room is it held, I don’t want to be walking into the wrong place to find out its high intensity power lift?
– Will I be able to keep up with the class, or end up feeling worse then when I went in before?
– Can I handle a 360 degree angle of my flubber flying?
– Will I embarrass myself?

I’m sure many can relate to this and it’s been 5 months since I’ve been joined to this gym and only yesterday did I get the courage and motivation to actually step inside one of their gym classes and this was my experience.

So first was the class description- Cardio fitness a fun high energy class. Well this sounds OK said was for all fitness levels so I made the call and booked in.
After work I changed into my figure hugging gym clothes to make sure I would actually go and not chicken out (I find it helps to already be in gym gear).
Feeling hungry after a long day at work and a salad for lunch I browsed the isle at Tesco for a healthy snack and decided on roast chicken slices. Which I then felt too embarrassed to eat in the locker room. I mean it is a bit weird and random to be chowing on slabs on meat in there.
I found studio 1 and went in. My god there was a lot of mirrors I’m pretty sure even the ceiling was mirrored. I stared at my body in the reflection until the class started, I gazed at my newly formed rounded bits, the lines where my gym leggings cut into my stomach and how my arms and legs have lost all definition. This was not a good thing to do- please don’t do this to yourself it, destroys all motivation.
The instructor was a young fit good looking guy full of “can do ” attitude. We started with a rather vigorous warm up and this was the point I knew the next 45 mins was going to be tough. I was already out of breath.

Now most cardio classes I’ve been too either are like Zumba, aerobics, kick boxing or a mix of all of these. So this is what I expected. It was not.
This was more aligned with what you do in insanity. For people who don’t know what Insanity is think; using your own body weight, bear crawls, push ups, suicide runs etc.
I was not mentally or physically prepared for this to the point of where I got really dizzy and my eye sight went all patchy. I pushed through this for a while and then (during a short water refuel) left. Yes I left. Walked out. Abandoned ship. Did I feel good about this decision, no of course not but passing out was also not high on my to do list either.
I sat down for a couple minutes and then decided this is not the end, so hoped on a bicycle and peddled it out for another 20 mins. The dizziness soon went away and I felt proud of myself that I didn’t give up, I just changed direction.

Now I think there was a bigger lesson here to learn….

No I’m kidding.

Happy New 2016 everyone!

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Please excuse me, I have to go make excuses now.

You may have noticed that I’m not the most determined at the moment. Part of me thinks I just got fed up with the no thank you’s and the counting calories and the getting up early to work out and just needed a break. But that doesn’t mean I gave up completely so everyday is pretty much like this:


And then my brain converts to this frame of mind…

ImageAnd so far this technique hasn’t worked….


But you know what they say, it’s all a journey and success is never a straight line… nope in my case it’s a spaghetti and cheese shaped line. But in this dip of motivation I’ve learnt a few things, one being that I’m a stress eater.

I haven’t been truly stressed for a while so in my past year of self discovery it slipped through the cracks…. And then it hit. The hunger pangs, the bottomless pit of a stomach, the comfort knowing at the end of the day I have something yummy to look forward to.


I knew that I was an emotional eater, I eat when I’m sad, when I bored, when I’m lonely. But being stressed and anxious is a new one. (yay yet another thing to work on). It wasn’t until talking to my recently buffed up flatmate who measures out every meal/ protein shake to the milligram, that I truly saw this new affliction for what it was… an EXCUSE. Everything that was coming out of mouth was an excuse…. “oh it’s been hard lately because of all the birthday parties, then I get drunk and end up eating late night takeaways”…. The way I describe this situation one would think Ronald McDonald himself was force feeding me burgers at 3am in the morning.


Or I would say “But they keep offering me free cake and biscuits at work”, “I have a lot to do at work so I don’t want to go to gym before work or else then I’ll be tired”. You name it I have an excuse for it, and the worst part is that I’m very convincing not just to myself but to the people around me and they start agreeing with me!

Oh god I think it’s time for Dr Phil. 


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Guna Run like a Boss for the Red Cross

Guna Run like a Boss for the Red Cross

Is there a better way to freshen up a diet plan then to do a 8.6km  fun run for charity? Here’s my fun-draising  page… because its fun to give money to a good cause!

Wish me luck for today!


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Motivation- just put it straight into my veins.

I’m not going to lie to you good people, my diet hasn’t been best of late. In fact last night I had so many chocolate biscuits at work (they were FREE!) I decided that would be my dinner. Then I got home… and ate a second dinner. But I needed to eat some vegetables right? 5 plus a day?…Do mushrooms still count if they are covered in cheese….?

For the past few weeks this has pretty much been my approach to dieting:


and the idea of exercise has been more along these lines:


I think its time to press the reset button. This is the time when I go through my cupboards and throw all the bad food that has crept back in over time (when I say throw out, I mean eat it all so its all gone and I feel satisfactorily sick).


Other tasks, whilst resetting my unravelled self, include: Making a new gym playlist of music, googling more weight loss supplements and detoxes that I’ll never buy and create (yet another) tick off/sticker chart system. Last but not least, I shall dig deep within myself and convince myself that YES I can do this!


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If tomorrow never comes…

There are times, fleeting moments, where I want to be slimmer so badly, I get this surge of steely eyed motivation where in this moment I’m willing to do anything, buy anything and not eat anything all in the name of weight loss! I think to myself, YES I can do this. I will stop eating sugar, salty treats and drinking on the weekends. I WILL start getting up early before work to do a work out! In this moment I feel great and I can almost smell the sweet success of donating my comfy pants.


…I bask in this glorious moment of self-empowerment for a while…and then I realise its dinner time…and remember I’m hungry (like I would ever forget). I also realise that if I was to start this new ‘life plan’, I could not satisfy this all-encompassing hunger. This is the moment of doom, when the ill-fated Idea to “Start tomorrow!” creeps in. Or, what I like to call ‘Vocabu-belly’. Those voices crying out from the bottom of your stomach, that argue with your rationally and override your heart. Other common words in the Vobacu-belly’s dictionary include: Need, sweet, deep-fried, now, must, another, more, starving, HUNGRY, empty, up-size, buffet, dessert?


But fellow fatties (said with only affection), what happens, in the words of Ronan Keating, “If tomorrow never comes”…?


Because if you’re anything like me….


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