Small Victories - Running 5k
Back in January, I did what every self-respecting human being does, and thought, 'Right, I'm definitely going to make an effort with my diet, and I'm definitely going to do more exercise'.
Like most self-respecting human beings, I failed miserably.
I thought that perhaps with a wedding looming, I might have the incentive to tone up and get myself back into running. Anyone would think that, right? Apparently not...
My first excuse was my lifestyle. I was getting up at 330am, and was so tired by the time I finished work that I went straight back to sleep again. I did the odd exercise class, but it wasn't enough. Because of my unsociable hours, I ate absolute rubbish, too (not helped by my lovely feeder colleagues. I'll be honest, I didn't need much persuading when they were waving crisps and chocolate in my face!)
Then, I blamed the food I was eating. With my job my meals are paid for when I'm working abroad, and as I've been working away for ages, I've been getting cooked for for ages, too. In real life, I eat brunch, maybe a snack or two and then dinner (yep, brunch. Don't judge me. Too much). When I started this job last August, I got sucked in by breakfast, lunch and three course dinners. Overeating and under-exercising don't mix, and before long the weight was creeping on.
When panic sets in
When we sent out the wedding invitations, I thought, 'Right - this is it, I've got eight months to sort myself out'. Then never got round to it (see above excuses). I moved to Gibraltar and thought, 'Great, this is my opportunity to get off my bum'. I didn't.
Last week, with the realisation that we had less than 100 days to go until we say "I do", panic set in. I'm not totally unhappy with the way I look. I'm not that bothered about losing weight, per se, but I would like to look a bit more toned for the wedding. So last week I downloaded a fitness app and I started exercising everyday.
I may have had a slight blip on Friday night where I drank loads of Cava and ate some pizza, but hey, we can't all be perfect all of the time.
I'm feeling quite motivated to exercise now, and today I ran 5k for the first time in months. I feel really proud of myself - for most people 5k doesn't even mean breaking a sweat, but after living like a sloth for months I'm really pleased that I managed to get halfway back to what I know I'm capable of.
It's me, not you
I know some ladies hate it when a bride-to-be talks about losing weight for the wedding. I wouldn't say I'm a feminist, particularly - i.e. I don't march for things, or post stuff on Facebook. I do, however, believe that women should feel happy about themselves and make decisions in order to make themselves happy, not other people (male or female). My other half constantly says he likes me the way I am. That's great, but I'm not trying to look good for him - I'm doing it for me. I want to be fit, strong, healthy. Looking great on my wedding day is an incentive to kickstart the regime, but it's not the reason I'm doing it.
So, still months to go, and this is only week two - it's a marathon not a sprint (haha) - but for those of you putting off your first visit to the gym, don't. If I can do it, so can you.