A Saturday Chat…

I’ve been a bit MIA over the last month. For anyone that knows me in real life they will know it’s because I have sprained my ankle and pulled peroneal tendons in my right leg.

I’ve not been up to that much at all, just resting and icing and resting some more. It’s still a tiny bit swollen and tinged a rather odd shade of blue-y green. It was quite spectacularly bruised.

I did it by falling over a pothole on the way to work. Full on arse over tit into the road too. I somehow made it halfway to work before being rescued by my boss, but by the end of the day I was off to A+E. I have spent the last three weeks on crutches and have had a physiotherapy session, with another one booked in next week.

The sprain is pretty much healed – but NEVER injure your peroneal tendons. It’s a full on constant deep ache in your calf and the mobility in your ankle is none existent.

Now I am getting back on track, back at the gym ( well, kinda) and am planning all sorts of shenanigans in April.

And I go back to Regents Park Open Air Theatre for the summer too.

You’ll get a three week Monday Look Back on Monday – covering the few things that I have done. It’ll include Adele, How the Other Half Loves and probably a lot of photos.

After that the blogging should be back in full force!

Enjoy the sunshine!!




Getting Personal…

I have decided that on the last Friday of every month I will do a weigh in of sorts. I figure if I have something to show off about I should, and (in theory) it should motivate me even more as you guys will be out there seeing the results, not just me.

I weigh myself most mornings both to see how I am doing, and to remind myself that weight fluctuates for no apparent reason and that we are all human. Seeing the scales go down 3 lbs one day and then back up 2 the next reminds me that it is not MY fault this has happened, and that it is my body doing whatever the hell it wants. ( As long as I haven’t had a huge junk food party the day before – then I know it’s me)

As long as it is slowly but surely going down that’s all that matters.

So this morning, before my 6.45 am spinning class (YAAWN) I hopped on the scales – 84.6 kg. ( Or 186.5 lbs/13.5 stone)

When I had my fitness check on the 17th of February I was at 86.6 kg ( or 191/13.9 stone)  So in 10 days I have lost pretty much 2 kg exactly. Because of my little adventure into the gym last summer I know that this won’t last, and that it’s not realistic to think I am going to keep loosing weight at this speed. It’s mainly my body freaking out and getting used to this new routine.

But it’s nice to see that it works. And that’s with me enjoying food and going out for drinks with my friends.

I already dislike the gym, I don’t want to make myself miserable by denying myself food and fun.

I am getting used to the early starts now. My stomach muscles are getting used to the classes, today it’s my arms that don’t agree with me. You want me to get something down from the shelf?

Good luck!

I find that by planning my gym a week ahead, highlighted and  with little tick boxes to check off, I go. This is also partly because I don’t like my Filofax having crosses in it, just big ticks when I have done what I said I would do 🙂 I know – SAD!

Spinning on Mondays and Fridays, with whatever early morning classes are on during the week plus 30 mins cardio. Weekends are for resting, or if I am feeling extra adventurous – an hour long spinning class on a Saturday.

So there – even more personal information of mine is out there on the internet for the world to see. I better work on it and make a difference.

See ya next time!


All Aboard The Torture Train…

I have sorted my life out and re-joined the gym.

At 6 am this morning my alarm went off, I dragged myself out of bed and shuffled down the road to my friendly neighbourhood gym for a Spinning Class.

It’s my first spinning class since November, and it’s going to knock me for six I can tell. Sitting at work now I can already feel my legs starting to complain. Give it a few hours and the tricep dips that I did this morning will kick in too no doubt. During the circuits class I genuinely thought I might throw up. In retrospect, I may have started with a bit too much. Whoops.

But it’s good for me (obviously) and I know it worked as the three months I did over the summer helped me to drop two stone.

Since my membership ran out in November I have been in two minds as to which gym to join. Do I go to one near my work and go before, on my lunch or after. Or do I stick with The Zone near where I live, and just get up at silly o’clock during the week. I even thought about getting some equipment for home. I soon scrapped that idea mind you – I know I would never use it and it would become a clothes hanger.

In the end it was mainly money that won out. The gym membership prices in Central London blow my mind. Even a 45 minuet spinning class can cost £25. Per Class. It’s absurd.

That’s not to say my local gym is cheap. But its much more personal, not part of a chain. I see the same people all the time and the trainers really do seem to be friendly, apart from when they are standing over you whilst you die on the TRX machine. (seriously – who invented that thing!!)

Now I just have to get back into the habit of dragging my butt out of bed when it’s still dark, and remember that I need to eat healthily most of the time. Not all of the time. I am going to the gym SO I can eat cake. I am in no rush to get wherever it is that I am going with this thing.

Tomorrow I have a personal torture session.

If I can get out of bed after today.

Wish me luck!