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'.