Have you even stood in front of your wardrobe and come to the decision that you have nothing to wear? Your clothes are too small, too old, too big or the wrong style and colour, the list goes on. You have hung on to every item because one day they will fit again and be back in style. One day never comes and your wardrobe becomes a constant reminder of your bumps and bulges and the spare tyre around your middle. I am tired of the mental chastising I give myself every time open the wardrobe doors, it is a recipe for disaster. Today I decided I no longer wanted all the clothes that that made me feel depressed. I know I have a long way to go and I don't need the fact constantly reinforced. I started working my way through my wardrobe, trying on each item as I went and donated everything that did not currently fit me to charity. Well, all bar some sentimental clothing with I boxed up and two dresses. These two dresses are a size too small and will mark my first mini milestone – dropping a dress size! Every now and then I will try them on so I can see how I am progressing. It has been so long since I have worn a dress with confidence; my usual trademark is a tunic and tights. I must say spring cleaning has been particularly uplifting and cleansing in more ways than one this year.
Saturday, October 5, 2013
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
Thursday, August 15, 2013
I never thought I would be here again, well HERE I am - FLABBY, FAT & FRUMPY! I am ashamed of myself for letting go of my hopes and dreams. It is all too easy to get caught up in the daily grind of all work and no play makes Jack a boring boy. Well I am no Jack but I am bored of being fat. It’s no party and the consequences placed on me by health, society and relationships just compound the issue. So here I go again, back on the health and fitness bandwagon. To be honest I feel ill just thinking about it but I know the long term benefits will outweigh the short term discomfort and embarrassment of cruel snipes -her size is unacceptable, keep going thunder thighs, look at the fatty boom bah, my all-time favourite was – “Miss I think you’re in the wrong store, we don’t have jeans in your size.” Lovely! It’s time to throw away the FLABBY, FAT & FRUMPY image and exchange it for FIRM, FIT, & FOXY; it is going to be an impressive, completely crazy, thrilling, yet exhilarating ride. Join me if you wish!
Saturday, January 14, 2012
My First Spin Class
After a LONG break from exercise (about 4-5 months) due to a broken ankle and two bouts of surgery, I have finally been cleared to start exercising again. While I still have a limited range of movement in my ankle, I have been advised to begin with cycling and work within my pain threshold.
I considered buying a home exercise bike then I read an article on spin classes. Spin classes sound more motivating than cycling alone at home; the only drawback is that I would have to go to the gym. ARRRRRR. . . . .intimidation by judgmental gym junkies in size eight lycra. Then I considered the alternative, staying overweight. The only person I am hurting here is myself, so I put my intimidation aside and rang the gym.
Today I conquered my first spinning class – I must admit there were a few size eights in lycra but I took comfort in seeing the majority of participants were fighting the battle of the bulge just like me. The fabulous thing about spin classes are that you are in control of your exertion level and they are done in a dark room with minimal lighting. The class ran for a total of 45 minutes and although I just kept a nice upbeat pace, it was a great workout. I enjoyed it enough that.... I'm going back on Monday!!!
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Yesterday I went in search of some workout gear.
The first thing on my list was new sports shoes, my old ones had literally turned up their toes and begged for forgiveness. My physiotherapist suggested I buy some neutral fitting shoes which would accommodate my orthotics. I walked into Athletes Foot and within minutes I was welcomed. The salesmen diligently sized my feet and brought me three options of runners to try on. I bought a pair of Asics. The whole process was very painless and took less than 20 minutes.
Next on my list was to buy some workout clothing that fitted my plus sized body. I dread buying clothes because I find it an uncomfortable and frustrating experience. When I walk through the retail stores I see skinny mannequins modelling the latest fashions and hotties swarming the stores. I feel like a fish out of water knowing full well there are only a few shops that cater for larger women like me.
It can be humiliating walking into a plus-size section of a store. You feel like everyone is looking and judging, so you work your way through the normal size section while gravitating towards plus-size land. Worse still is walking directly into a plus-size store. Anyway, it was no surprise that I was not presented with a lot of options for workout wear, even my favourite plus size store did not stock exercise clothing. It seems to be a common misconception that plus size women don’t work out or don’t want to. So I did the least painful thing and bought a pair of black three quarter leggings and three oversized t-shirts in blue, white and orange, then quickly exited the shopping centre. I am happy with my purchases and even more determined to achieve my goals. Until I feel happier in my own skin, I might stick to on-line shopping. I had a quick look and there seems to be numerous e-stores selling a variety of fashionable gym wear for plus sized women.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
The Road to the Pink Bikini continues . . . . . . with an extended time frame
After a challenging year in 2011, last night I happily welcomed in 2012 and this morning I pondered over some New Year’s resolutions. Every year, I hear, “A New Year, a new you . . . .” but it is not a new me. It is the same old me with changing convictions and changing priorities, living in an ever-changing and evolving environmental and societal tide.
For most of us, New Year's resolutions die a slow and quiet death. They're tossed aside, along with the party hats and noisemakers, however the beginning of a new year is a great time to take stock and decide to move toward a happier and more fulfilling life.
So, I've made a New Year's resolution to achieve more balance in life and be happier in my own skin by:
- Achieving a healthier weight range
- Learning how to deal with tricky people
- Putting myself first more often
- Working towards financial freedom
In past years I've made resolutions to diet and exercise in order to lose a specific amount of weight, but I have never truly succeeded. Why? Well if you’re anything like me you start out with grand plans which are well intentioned and actioned but short lived. I make sweeping changes that move me from 0 to 100km an hour in the space of seconds. Then in three months I can’t handle the continuous high speed race and slam on the breaks to a screeching halt. I’m back to zero and comatosed on the couch eating salt and vinegar potato chips to self-soothe and licking my fingers with delight. The soothing delight soon wears off and I feel like a grand failure consumed with guilt and self-defeating thoughts which sabotage any hope of success.
This year it is time to approach things differently. Starting by throwing my all of nothing attitude out the window, being kind to myself and making small but measurable changes which increase over time, but most importantly asking myself WHY? I think we all have a lot to learn from the innocence and unbreakable spirits of infants. By nature they are not nasty, belittling or worried about anything, but they are focused with incredible drive. I think the key word here is ‘DRIVE’ – Learn what puts you in life’s driver’s seat and you will undoubtedly achieve your goals.
I’m not going to let those resolutions slip away so quickly! Each one represents a longing of the heart, a reach toward better health, happiness, knowledge and wisdom.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
This week I challenged myself to regain my passion for exercise, the passion that led me to run half marathons and participate in triathlons. Somewhere along the line I lost my ‘MOJO’ for exercise.
Getting into shape usually involves a trip to the local gym with its staggering array of specialist gym equipment. Do I enjoy it? NO! Is it exhilarating? NO! Maybe it is for some, but if your anything like me you need something that not only challenges you physically but also mentally – ‘The FUN FACTOR!’ Going to the gym just does not do it for me!
When I was a child, I ran around all day, played catch, climbed trees, swam, danced around, jumped rope, hop scotched and bounced around until I almost passed out. Back then, I called it play and I loved it. Now I call it exercise and just like housework the thought of it does little to excite me. Why do we shift our focus as we grow older?
This week I had a ton of fun, just like a child and looked at exercise with a new mindset – PLAY! I played basketball at the park, had a social game of tennis, went for walks, played with my attention seeking spaniels, exercised on the Wii Fit, and investigated belly dancing classes.
The upside is, I lost a kilo, but most of all I am enjoying exercise once again!
I challenge you to embrace your inner child, turn your PAIN into PLEASURE and resuscitate your “MOJO!’ If you need more help, I found a book by Gary Bertwistle that relates to this topic of discussion. The book is titled, ‘Who Stole My Mojo? How to get it back and live, work and play better.’ I am in the process of reading it and will gladly share my thoughts with you as I read the words off the pages.