I’ve fallen out of love with fitness. Fitness is something I swear by, I am in my mind, an active person. I wear a fitbit, I go to the gym and have loads of running gear. Heck, I’ve signed up for Tough Mudder this year and a half marathon but something bad ha happened to my training. I’ve fallen out of love with it.
Now when I wake up for my morning run I think “really?” even though I was seeing improvements. It’s cold. Do I have time? I don’t want to get out of bed. and all the usual bullshit excuses that you hear from someone who desperately wants to be fit, and wants to put the energy in but quite simply, lets call a spade a spade, cannot be fucked.
I don’t want to be that person. I want to be enthusiastic. I want to be a nutritionist living by what I preach and living a full and healthy life, which includes being physically fit. I haven’t always had this drive, but now I do. In school I was in bottom set (I know, they put us into sets, how tight is that?) so I was in the class with all the fat kids, and the underweight kids who didn’t eat. I was one of them. A teenager refusing to eat. As I journeyed through my anorexia I recovered and now, I’m nearly overweight – thank you medication. However, on the medication I’m on weight management is possible and I’m going to be a shining example of that.
So now I need to fall in love with fitness again and this is my journey. I’ve ordered Insanity challenge, and I’m waiting for the gym across the road to hurry up and open. I’ve been getting endlessly frustrated at their inability to just open when they said they would. They have a sign outside asking youth sign up, but it’s not even open to sign up to *agh the pain*
So there we have it. I’m a bit fat, a bit unfit but not too bad and I’m going to become a LA beach star hunk in time. No, jokes, but I’m going on a journey to fall in love with fitness again and become a role model for all those who like me are sat on their sofa or in their bed not exercising and being active.