At some point in my motherly life, I became very aware that I was carrying extra weight. This has slowly gone from being a blip on my radar to an all-out issue as I get older. I can’t escape the fact that the clothes are not fitting like they used to and some items have been relegated to the back of the closet. Each month I have a war with myself about clothes that I want to keep but cannot physically use.
So finally I’ve decided to try and lose weight. Now any reader of my blog from back in the day (and if that is you, then thank you so much for sticking around), will know that this is not my first diet rodeo. However, I am being brave and throwing some exercise into the mix. And by exercise, I mean going to the gym.
Picking a class – and sticking to it
I spent a fair bit of time checking out the gym class timetables and finally decided on a class called Legs, Bums, and Tums. Perfect!
The class started off with some marching and then a bit of side to side and so on. I kept up no problem until I realized this was just the warm-up and we had unceremoniously kicked it up a few gears.
While doing the squats I noticed that everyone put their hands in front of them as if praying. I found myself actually praying as we were only about 10 mins in and I already felt like we had completed the workout. It didn’t get much better after that with a lot of lunging and exercises that made me feel I had no core at all.
At the end of it, I sheepishly went to put away the equipment, feeling well and truly like the beached whale of the class, and immediately booked two more classes. It may have been tough, and a bit embarrassing but I did it and I didn’t die, so it can only get better from here.
In conjunction with this, I also decided to join Slimming World. This was a big decision for me to make, but in the end, the system seemed like a good fit for me. A blend of flexible living and groups. Going to the first group was the biggest challenge but I was lucky to have a lovely friend who was already a member and we went to my first group together. I’m not going to lie, it really reminded me of a support group for addictions, but on reflection, I realized that if I didn’t have some form of addiction, my body wouldn’t be suffering now. We all have our weaknesses, our pressure points, and many of us don’t know what to do about it. I hope through this process of regular classes, support groups and surrounding myself with positive friends, to eventually become a healthier, happier version of myself.