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Continuing my ‘year of me’, June is all about accountability. I am offering myself out there for you guys to hold me accountable. I am finally getting off my arse, stepping up to the plate and saying “this is who I am and I want to change”.
What the fuck am I talking about? My health, my fitness, my weight.
I have never been a skinny girl. I was picked on for my weight in school and I carried a lot of excess weight into college. In fact, if it hadn’t been for the hyperemesis causing 2 x 9 months worth of vomiting I’d probably still be pretty large now. I was a UK size 18 at my largest, dropping to a size 12 (my smallest) shortly after I had Isabel. I am currently a size 14, occasionally a 16 depending on brand (and wear a lot of size 16s up top because of my boobs). I weigh 73kgs, and I only know that because I had a doctors appointment this week. (I don’t weigh myself, or keep track of measurements, because I am not that sort of person.)
I don’t want to be a stick thin size 4 or whatever the cool kids are these days – if nothing else I’d look weird at that size because I have wide hips and broad shoulders! However, I do want to be able to put on a dress for a night out and not feel like the michelin man. This summer, I want to be able to put on a bikini for the first time ever and feel good doing so (perhaps oddly, the fact that I am chubby bothers me more than the ridiculous amount of stretch marks I have?) I want to get back into those size 12 jeans which are hidden in the bottom of a wardrobe somewhere.
Having started running again in March, usually twice a week (Weds + Fri) with a local group, I am now up to distances of 7km and plan on entering a 10km race at some point. My legs are slimmer, and my fitness has increased massively. Unfortunately, running doesn’t appear to do anything for overall/general weight loss (not sure if that’s a ‘me’ thing or just the type of exercise) so I need to add another workout day to the mix and this is where the accountability comes in.
See, I don’t need anyone to kick me up the butt to get me running. I enjoy it and the social aspect is motivating. I do, however, need someone to kick me up the arse on a Monday evening when the kids are in bed, the animals are fed and I have a couple of hours in which I could fit in a pretty intense workout but just want to veg on the sofa with my laptop, a bucket of ice cream and twitter. Because if I can crack that Monday evening, it gives me 3 days a week of decent exercise with rest days in between.
So I am asking you to help me make my June thing the gift of accountability. A team of hardcore supporters to keep me motivated, nag me into my leggings and make sure I’m not slacking off. Anyone up for that?