Week Four

Four weeks in, I've set some goals to aim for, a family get together, a holiday and resuming a sport I used to do.  I'm really looking forward to achieving them.

Weight loss total = 11lbs

Week Two

So I've been to the gym 3 times this week, and feeling very unfit.

This is what I've been up to:

Static bike for 10 mins at level 5
Rower for 10 mins (phew - difficult)
Medicine Ball 10 squats, 10 above head and 10 twists
Swimming 20 mins

enough for me........

Week One

Just getting to grips with the thought of doing something for me - although exercising sounds more like torture that a treat for me at the moment.  More of that later

Getting a handle on what I'm eating is the order of the day.

Trainer says:
More protein - chicken and fish mainly.  Or some Quorn (bleerch - not going there yet!)
More fruit and veg (especially veg)
Less carbs and starch

Sounds easy?  Its the chocolate and cheese that will cause me problems, (not together, although ready salted crisps and chocolate have been a favourite of mine) and also the fact that I'm always eating on the run between jobs, grabbing nice but very unhealthy snacks from the garage and Tesco express.  This is where Project Me - Food starts - I need to plan my meals so I'm not left high and dry with just a block of cheese for company........

Day One

Walking into a completely alien environment is very scary.  The phone call has been a regular occurrence over the past couple of years... how was I doing at the gym?.... anything they can help me with?.....would I like to come in for an assessment and session with a trainer?

Truth be known, I'm only a member of the gym because of the pool, I've never even stepped into the other areas of the building.  I listened to the voice with a sigh of weariness, being polite.  This time was different though, as the voice asked the familiar questions I knew I was ready for a change.

That's how I found myself in the completely alien place - the gym.  A smiling girl greeted me ("thank goodness its a woman") and there followed a sorry tale of measurements and questions, followed by a static bike ride.  How on earth did I get THAT big?  A sad tale of a middle aged mum of two, who hasn't had space or time for herself for a loooong time. 

I can't say how much the scales weighed - perhaps later when I've lost the weight.  In the meantime I'll log llbs lost.

I felt like a hippo on that bicycle - this was going to be tough - can I persevere and make a difference?

Only one way to find out.......

Day Zero

So, today is the day.....

Time to make a decision. 

Seventeen months, thirty days, 23 hours and 55 minutes ago I was in a happy, stable marriage, happy in my work, looking forward to our comfortable fifties together.

Eighteen months ago, my life changed after my husband of 25 years walked out of the front door, no warning, no apology, no backward glance.  My life and the lives of my children changed forever.

So, after 25 years of getting everyone else sorted out, today is the day I do something for me.  Not the children, not husband, not friends, not work colleagues.  Its time for project 'me'.