I have the aerobic fitness of a plank of wood

No really. I do.
Last year (summer) I was in the best shape of my life. Trim, lean muscles formed feminine lines of subtle strength beneath my skin. Yoga was a part of my daily life. I fit into the smallest clothes I’ve ever managed and for the first time in my life I did not fear the dressing room mirror in my local department stores.

I’ve become a (rather voluptuous) shell of my former self. I’m curvy and still have a decent figure, (I’ve always been blessed with an even, all-over sort of weight gain), but I have betrayed myself. I promised I’d not let myself go again and well- I haven’t totally. I’m still nowhere near the size I was two years ago, (which wasn’t huge, just chubby), but it’s a slippery slope once you get into the opposing habit of ignoring your exercise. You see, working from home has it’s distinct advantages, however, going from bed to the desk for work is hardly a calorie burning effort. I have fallen out of yoga. I don’t fit into my bikini and it pisses me off.
(I need it for an upcoming holiday!!)

So, I moved here with my ‘skinny’ clothes and have since bought a couple of items for my post-move-to-UK-fell-in-love-with-fish-n-chips body. I’m getting back into yoga and actually using the elliptical exercise thingy we’ve got in the spare room. I eat more healthily than most people and my portions are not out of control. What I need is movement. I need to get more activity between the horizontal sleeping position and the mostly ergonomic seated computer workstation in the living room.

I’m the only one who can change my shape, and I hate it. * sigh * Time to pin the bikini up with blue-tack for inspiration/humiliation. I’m a size medium now, I was a full large after recovering from cancer, and I maintained a svelte small for most of last year. It’s possible and I’m going to get that back.

Just a rant. Personal and human. But hey, isn’t that why we keep blogs? πŸ˜‰

smooches~
jEN

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8 thoughts on “I have the aerobic fitness of a plank of wood”

  1. get a bike…. cycle to the shops. A trip to sainsburys would burn probably as many calories as the food in the bags πŸ™‚

    I speak from experience, I did it, once! I hated that hill.

  2. I have a bike, but it’s the top bike on the floor to ceiling rack and you know I’m not very tall! lol

    I would like to get out on it more though. One of my goals of late is to make an appointment to myself to get out of the flat (on feet or wheels) more. I don’t feel trapped here or anything, I just know I need to get out more. πŸ™‚ Can’t work and surf all the time… πŸ˜‰

  3. Jen:

    Have you no shame?

    “post-move-to-UK-fell-in-love-with-fish-n-chips”

    Please let me bring to you attention that there is a severe shortage of hyphens due to hurricane Katrina’s taking out 30% of the U.S’s hyphen refining capacity. Resultantly, many prolific U.S. writers have flooded insane asylums, because they have had to scour unabridged dictionaries for appropriate adjectives. For instance instead of writing “orange-red” they might have to say “vermillion”.

    Be on the look-out, America and the U.K. have mutual extradition treaties. Prison food- that’ll lean you up πŸ™

  4. John is right. I have been abusing hyphens for years-using them freely when the mood struck me-otherwise hoarding them for future use.

    His poignant message has certainly made me hang my head in shame. Just as soon as I can, I am sending a large bag of hyphens to the New York Times- and one to Newsweek, too.

    My Mom always told me to share. She was right-especially in these troubled times. Thank you, John, for reminding all of us. Maybe others who read our posts will send some of their hyphens to those in need-or at least a semi-colon or two.

  5. You can have my hyphens when you pry them from my cold, dead hands…
    Abused or not, they’re mine! mine! mine!!! * insert maniacal laughter here*
    En garde! πŸ˜‰

  6. I remember 11 years ago following my joining the Marine Corps, I was down to 209, I felt great, had a lot of energy, then suddenly, I discovered food all over again. Excercise wasn’t as interesting, fun, or enjoyable, but that food was. In 11 years I picked up a lot of weight and now I am paying the price by being diabetic. So, now I am working on losing the weight. Just take one day at a time, take a walk, go to the gym, read a book while biking, you’ll figure it out. Everything always works out in the end.

  7. Yeah, as I said, I was in the best shape of my life last year, but somehow in the transition to living in the UK, I lost my routine and DAMN! that’s tough to get back once it’s gone.

    Of course, as Murphy’s Law would predict, my zest for rebuilding my fitness level is promptly trampled upon by a bloody cold. * sigh *
    Maybe I’ll be sick enough to shed some pounds… πŸ˜‰

  8. That’s why I have always loved (cough cough) the occasional stomach flu. Shed about five to ten pounds in a matter of hours. (now watch, I’ll get a stomach flu tomorrow)

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