I'm loving it!

At only two official trips to the gym so far, it would be premature to describe myself as a gym bunny. That sort of keenness usually leads to my enthusiasm burning hot and bright, then fizzling out and dying. So this time, I will restrain myself and say that I am currently very much enjoying exercise!

Monday evening I was at the gym, Tuesday morning it was the kettle bells at home, then Wednesday back in the gym BEFORE work -  yes BEFORE work. Then this morning, (Thursday) was doing kettle bells in the morning again! - Get me eh?!

I've also been on a detox which I'll detail in the next post, so am totally on a roll! The only drawback seems that I've actually put on weight since Monday- hmm, life is never straightforward is it?

Back to the Gym (part 2)

Finally I began to take exercise seriously and found the more that I went to the gym, the more I enjoyed it. As I felt fitter and stronger, the urge to exercise became greater and I found myself waking up early to go - even on weekends! I even started jogging around the (very student) neighbourhood, but my paranoia soon ended that venture. - Who wants to be jogging around sweating and thighs jiggling when the hot guy from Tuesday's lecture might be looking out his window at you!






Eventually people started to comment on how good I looked and though I never really noticed it myself, in the space of an academic year (10 months), I'd lost more than 2 and a half stone (35 pounds)!



To end this inspirational story, I must conclude that I left University, moved home. Stopped going to the gym, and subsequently gained an impressive 4 stone in three years. Clearly, not every story has a happy ending.



But alas, my story has not ended! I am going back to the gym (not the luxury expensive one but my cheapo local one), I'll enrol for membership this weekend and will keep you posted on the highs (and inevitable) lows!

Back to the Gym (part 1)

This turned out to be a super long post so I've split it up...

Back to the Gym

This month of May, I've found I have a new spring in my step, a bit of 'joi de vivre', a positive can do attitude. So before this feeling (almost inevitably) withers and dies, I'm going to make the most of this new found drive and join a gym! - I must confess that this move to join a gym is also partially motivated by the fact that most of my (already thin) friends are too. I CANNOT be the fat one in the group for yet another summer.

I should actually say re-join as my history with gyms has been a long and torturous one.

First I joined an exclusive gym that was way too expensive for my teenagers budget because it's literally 5 minutes from my door. 5 minutes. 5. That's the amount of times I went in about...3 months. Some Virgin Active big shot must be sitting somewhere rubbing his hands in glee at people like me who are paying him for essentially nothing.

Anyway, my relationship with that gym was like that between dysfunctional lovers. I knew it was no good to stay a member when I only went to use the sauna a couple of times a month (looking pityingly at the people panting away on treadmills as I ambled smugly past them). Yet it was hard to let go of the 'concept' of being a member of a gym. I was half way to being skinny y'know?

Anyway, our separation was forced when I moved up to Manchester to University. After a year of canteen food, late nights and kebabs, I was as round as a football and ready to tackle the damage I had done to myself. So I joined my local university gym. A small grotty place that permanently whiffed of stale sweat. It took me a long time to join because I was (irrationally) worried about being the fattest person there. And I was. But who can judge a fat person for being in the gym? Surely it's the best place for them.

So I said I would give some more information about this new Weight Loss by Ultrasound technique that I was getting very excited about....
http://www.ehow.co.uk/way_5516002_ultrasound-weight-loss.html

The process is quite similar to that 'Freeze Your Fat to Death' item that I posted in that it is non invasiv, effective and very very expensive. I was seriously tempted to go for it after I found a great deal online, but thought no. This seems to easy, too good to be true, and too much to pay ( treatments are in the £hundreds).

So it's back to the old school ways for me. Muesli for breakfast, Salad for lunch, and a rumbling belly with a side order of hunger pangs for dinner.

A pond and a half lost since Monday, so things are looking up!

I'm back!!!

Hello,

It's me...Remember me? The girl who tries to lose weight and invariably fails?... I used to blog quite a bit, but err, haven't been doing it so much lately....

This is my rather shamefaced first post in months... ironically written after my previous post entitled 'I'm still here''' after which I pretty much disappeared again...

Now if you are wondering where it is that I disappeared to,  lets just say since my last post in November - (yes, November, very bad blogging I know), I took a cue from my mammalian relatives here on the sunny British Isles and hibernated. Of course not in the literal sense - rather  I hibernated from the perils of dieting as a squirrel hibernates from the cruel harsh winter. I retreated into a cave lovingly stashed with mince pies, mulled wine, roast turkey and a lot of rum...Winter was sweet. Very sweet indeed.

Now no self respecting weight loss blogger would blog about her attempts to lose weight, when these attempts last for an average of pretty much five minutes. So I thought it best to spare you my self pitying cries of defeat as I sobbed  about bursting out of my 'dependable go-to jeans' all the while munching on a cheese baguette. You don't need that, you really don't.

But with Spring comes new life, and as like the squirrel who wakes from his winter long slumber and prepares for a new year, I too have shaken off the defeats of last year (and this year too if I'm being honest) and am ready to start again!

I wish I could say that I will be attempting to lose weight the right way with no gimmicks involved, but I've just spotted a great deal on a brilliant new technique - WEIGHT LOSS BY ULTRASOUND....!!!!

Details will follow ladies and gents.

xx

Hello....I'm still here!

Wow, I just noticed how long it's been since my last post. Too long, But I can explain the absence of posts, with a story from my youth....

When I was about 15, back when I was full of good intentions and wanted to change the world, I volunteered to work in a charity shop for an hour or two every Saturday. I would turn up at 10am, and sit for an hour with my tag-gun, tagging prices on smelly moth eaten garments till my eyes went blurry...£8.99..£2.99...£1.54....£5.63....The numbers swam dizzily before me in the silence of that charity shop stockroom. Time felt like an eternity.

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Scale - Phobia

So. It's been a while since I've posted. Why? Because I don't know if I've lost any weight!

....OK. That is a bit of a lie, I know that I haven't lost any weight, but can't verify that, because I'm scared of my weighing scales!

"Scared of her scales? - what is she on about?" I hear you say...but think of it this way, ignorance is bliss is it not? Rather contradictory for a girl who has previously admitted to previously weighing herself on a daily basis, tracking her weight loss to the nearest half-pound isn't it?

I don't know what's happened. In the true manner of me, a person who does nothing by halves, I've gone from being a weighing scales addict to a full on scale-phobe.

So, where does one go from here?
I need to bite the bullet. Take that step, get on the scales again, and face the music (or the numbers). Eeek!

I'll let you know when I do.......