I had an extremely pleasant start to what I’d anticipated being a difficult day,
yesterday. I was walking to the gym when a woman stopped me in the street to tell me
she’d been a member of my gym when I first started and she wanted to let me know
she thought the weight loss I’ve achieved is incredible. So that was rather lovely.
Then my presentation went much better than anticipated and finally the number of
actual forced redundancies we are facing is much smaller than we expected, due to
voluntary and such like.
Anyway, it had me reflecting on the journey I’ve made physically. People are
surprised by the amount of working out I do now, it seems a lot, but I’ve built up to it
over nearly a year.
In June (?) 2010 I went to Harrogate for the Crime festival. I was already very aware
of how badly my marriage had disintegrated and although I wasn’t sure I was going
to give it up completely it was looking more likely. I also realised, if I was ever
going to sort my self out, I had to start then. In July I asked the Wizard (awesome
hypnotherapist) to help me address my weight issues. After a couple of sessions, mid
July, I found myself in the gym signing the paperwork. I hadn’t consciously made a
decision to do that specifically, it just sort of happened without thinking. The best way
I started the next day. I went in every week day morning and either swam for 20
minutes of did the gym for 20 minutes. To start with I was just walking for 10 minutes
on the treadmill and doing ten minutes on the cross trainer and a couple of weights
sets. I had already started huffing and puffing my way through the mile and a half
walk from where I used to get the bus.
Starting at the gym changed how I ate. I started to crave protein in the mornings,
which then reduced my appetite the rest of the day. I was finally in control of my
intake and it felt glorious. I was still fat, obese, but all the time getting a little less so,
a little fitter.
After a while I started doing the gym and swimming every day, then I started walking
back to my car as well. Gradually as my fitness built and the weight came off I built
up, spending longer, working harder, burning more. Then in December I started
looking for something more. I found kickboxing. I did it once a week and it was
hard. In Jan I added Judo and Jiu Jitsu. Also once a week, also hard. Then recently
I decided I wanted to compete in kickboxing, so I’ve dropped the others and am
focussed on that for now, but I go five days a week, training a total of 8 hours, on top
of the four hours a week in the gym (I now take one day off) and walking three miles
a day five days a week.
I have had to start eating a little more, you can’t work out this much on one protein
bar and some tuna. The weightloss has slowed a little as a result, but at the end of
the day I’m no longer fat. I’d like to shift a little more, but I’m size 14 UK, my
measurements are 39” 33” 39” so I’m looking pretty good. I’m feeling amazing. I am
so much fitter, lighter and as per the mantra that has got me through the wall every
time, ‘better, faster, stronger’.
Of course, if anyone complains to me about their weight now, I don’t think I shall be able to resist pointing out, that if they start right away, do it the old fashioned way
(move more, eat less) then they too can lose a whole Calista Flockhart in a year. As of
today it’s 101lbs lost. I’m feeling pretty pleased with myself. Mostly though, I’m just
feeling like me, looking forward to life and hopeful, optimistic about the future.
I’ve also had some great advice for upping the effectiveness of my routine and diet without spending hours more in the gym or starving myself so welcome to phase three people. I will be doing chin ups by Christmas.