March 9, 2016
I had one of those afternoons today you know the ones where you see an old picture of yourself and think WTF! How have I gone from that bronzed goddess with her leather pants on to hiding away behind baggy jumpers.
How did I feel?
I put it down to my age for a few seconds.. hormones I was becoming a woman. I am a woman I’m bound to pile on a bit of weight. But then look at Davina McCall she’s a woman the wonderful human. I had the pleasure of meeting Davina once I swear she lit the room as she walked in she radiated health and beauty. So yeah becoming a woman was no excuse…..
During one of possibly the unhealthiest stages of my life I was looking my best (if I do say so myself) These were my uni days and I would literally party the days away. I’m not condoning a life of vodka, jager bombs and after parties it can only last so long. The alcohol wears off, the sun comes up, your hair is no longer curly blow dried perfection and you have to go to lectures. But one thing I did do was dance and walk miles bar to bar in stupidly high shoes no wonder my legs were toned no venue was too far alcohol infused I was off, I wasn’t wasting valuable drinking money on taxi’s.
I also would walk from the back of Piccadilly to Salford twice a day too and from uni, then too and from home to the bus in the evenings and back again from work, I had to take the stairs to get to the stock room and I had no choice but to carry my shopping bags from the supermarket one end of the city centre to the other. I was in the best shape of my life I didn’t live off an organic diet or meal prep I was too poor but I was active. Super active! Then it clicked that this is what is missing now. When leaving my student life and city centre home I was back in the countryside and going into full time work I became lazy, I drove everywhere, ate lunch in my car between meetings, sit in traffic for hours a day after being sat behind a desk for hours. You can’t argue the fact that after the M6 evening traffic jam 2 – 3 hour drive home ( that you had already done in the morning ) you do not want to go to the gym, you want to go home angry eat your dinner and snack, snack snack snack all night long.
So I go back to looking at my picture then at myself then to my picture ( this carries on for a while) and I realise to get back to my goal weight I need to GET MOVING!