A big fat mess
After a disastrous tech day yesterday where there were tears and tantrums, long story for another day, I casually mentioned that to get fit would be easier than to deal with moving this blog to another host. It is not that is is technically challenging, the blog migration that is, but that I have, to coin a phrase, ‘got myself into a big fat mess’.
Well yeah I have. Technically blog wise and physically body wise .
I can’t fix one but I can bloody well fix the other.
Age 58. Rarely exercises. Sleeps poorly. Had custard cakes for lunch yesterday. 170cm. 90kg. Yup that much. You do the BMI math.
I am fat, no, I am obese. I ache. And I don’t sleep. So not just physically in poor shape but mentally too. Clothes don’t fit me so have lost interest in how I look. Skin is terrible so don’t bother with make up.
My hair is good. It is. Too long but good. I like my hair.
So after the tears and tantrums, realising that I had made a ‘massive cock up’ and feeling like shit about myself I had two choices.
Get off my ass.
The wake up call
Being called out for being a failure, I did what usually works.
I went to the pub. I drank beer.
The beer did not help, but eating decent food, talking about the day and just taking stock did.
And the eavesdropped conversations (or the can’t help but hear you woman who has to dominate the conversation with her opinion) of the people there were just the boost I needed. To Do Something. The negative Ninnies and Daily Fail readers who won’t go to Greece because of the mozzies and Egypt because it is too dangerous. So they spend their summer in a caravan and a pub. And compare engine size and gush about Primark.
Mr Sleeve Notes and I agreed we had to get out of there. We could end up like them. If we continue this life path of eat, drink, couch, Netflix.
Sleep escapes me
Exhausted I went to bed and read at 9.30pm. At 2.30pm I was wide awake. Every bone and muscle ached. So I read some more.
Maybe a murder/thriller isn’t conducive to sleep.
I get up at 7.30am and decide.
I have two choices.
Get off my ass.
And today I chose get off my ass and start #couchto5k
I researched the NHS Couch to 5k. A number of people I know started with #couchto5k and have gone on to run half and full marathons. Or take part in Parkrun. For me it seems a logical place to start. It may not be for everyone, I know that. And I will continue to share my journey. The highs and the lows. The success and failure.
There is a podcast so I have to dig out the ipod from home and download it. But I was not going to let that put me off. I can count, I have a second hand on my watch.
I am housesitting in 3 acres of paddock and woodland. I don’t even have to leave the house to do this. The dogs joined me. It drizzled with rain. Perfect running weather, apparently.
This is what I look like after my first 20 minutes on Day 1. #couchto5k is not easy for me.
When I was young and fit I could cycle, swim, dance, ice skate, do gymnastics. I could never run. But now.
This Girl Can.