Well I’m back! After many weeks of being quiet on the blogging front then i’m back to annoy you all! The joys of doing shift work/night shifts means that ‘normal routines’ such as eating, sleeping and living are a thing of the past. The weight loss progression has come to a bit of a standstill, probably something to do with too much wine, pizza and making bad choices. As of last week, I’m back on track. Back to the gym and back to eating tofu. And we all know how much I love eating tofu! Not. You’d think that after a dose of illness/gastroentertis I would be a size 10 already! It would apear not….
I’ve been trying to get to the gym as often as possible between working and sleeping, it’s difficult when my only desire to stay home and watch scrubs whilst lounging aroung in my pj’s. To sayI enjoy the gym when i’m there would be a very loose term to use, however I’m not disliking it as much as when I first joined. The skinny women clad in lycra don’t phase me as much as when I first joined. I found blocking them out with my music too loud definitely helps!
When I first joined the gym I could barely do 5 minutes on the cross trainer, stationary bikes or rowing machines. Still not much better however slowly improving. Last week I booked a personal trainer session to see one of the trainers this morning. After much psyching myself up, wanting to chicken out and cancel, I finally made it to the gym. Only for my trainer to cancel half an hour late! He had probably heard how unfit I was, There was me thinking he looked up for a challenge!
I managed to grab a last minute personal trainer session with one of the trainers who was available. I stupidly didn’t even catch her name, for now I shall call her sadistic-she-who-inflicts-pain-and-takes-my-money-for-the-right-to-do-so. Alarm bells should have been ringing when the simple question of ‘what did you want to work on?’ sounded ominous. An hour later and walking like John Wayne I have learnt 2 main things. 1) My core strength is aweful! I really need to work on this before heading back to see her next week. And 2) She may be female but she put me through my paces! (I have since learnt her name is Rebecca, and in all seriousness she is lovely. I’m just weak!)
Being weak seems to be a theme at the gym. It’s embarassing when I can’t even do a proper sit up. I wish I had some genuine reason as to why I needed the trainer to help get me off the mat, but being realistic and honest it’s because i’m fat. And unfit. It’s embarassing when you think people are staring and judging. How do other people manage to do core strength exercises and still have a conversation at the same time?!
So before she takes my money next week for the liberty of inflicting pain once again, I really must practice my sit ups. Get off the sofa, out of mypj’s and turn scrubs off. Time to get the gym ball out!

