From fat to fit to fat excuses
Motivation or lack thereof, combined with ridonkulous tiredness has meant that my exercise had pretty much tailed off to very little. Even with my mum staying with me I only managed 1 Zumba class per week in the time she was here.
I am really disappointed with myself as I had envisaged getting out to start running again and getting to all the classes that I have really missed while being pregnant but, with the exception of Zumba I have attended non.
My little circuit workouts have also fallen by the wayside for the last couple of weeks or so. Due to the preparation for the Grand Prix in Albert Park my usual location was pretty uninhabitable while open but then they closed it for the week of the Grand Prix so I couldn’t get there.
. . . . Which is all really a big fat excuse for not doing anything.
For any of you that have read the last few blog posts I have written you will know that I am doing it a bit tough at the moment, don’t get me wrong this is not a ‘woe is me feel sorry for me’ post, it is just to give a bit of background as to why things have slidden off course a bit.
Even though my mum was here and helping me out loads I just felt exhausted pretty much all the time, and it has been all I could do to drag my sorry post natal bum out of bed never mind lunging my way to a pert derrière. All a bit of a paradox really.
Anyway I am trying to regain my motivation as it has disappeared (up my not so pert derrière I think).
I was reading ‘Women’s Fitness Australia’ magazine this morning (in the gym cafe with a flat white and a biscuit – ha) and it says that old saying ‘dress for the job you want not the one you’ve got’ applies to exercise as well, i.e. get some nice workout gear that flatters your figure no matter what shape you are rather than heading to the gym looking like a sack of spuds in baggy old crappy clothes.
Well I seized on that (any excuse to shop) and while I haven’t bought a new workout wardrobe I have bought some new trainers. My old ones were from when I was still living in the UK and long before we moved so they have seen better days that’s for sure. So I thought practically they are going to help me and they will make me look good which will make me feel good which is all good in my book.
I am hoping that my new bit of kit will get me kickstarted with proper exercising again.
Out with the old and in with the new.
This morning I went for a gentle 5k stroll round the lake, tried to do some tummy stuff but baby Bear was having none of it so we fed and walked, fed and walked.
But its been better than the nothing that I have been doing.
Don’t get me wrong I know the new runners aren’t going to solve all my problems and I will still be lonely without anyone to exercise with (come back to Melbourne fast running friend I need you!) but at least I am going to try something.
That’s got to be better than nothing eh!?