Fitting in fitness

A couple of weeks back I posted about my quest for fitness. By blogging about it, I was hoping I’d feel accountable and get off my arse and do something. But nope, here I am still parking that arse of mine and finding a myriad of excuses why I can’t exercise. I know I need to exercise. I want to feel healthy and fit. I want to feel less flabby and more fabby. I feel my body is itching to move, but my head is far behind, thinking about the contents of the pantry and fridge.

To be fair to myself, it has been a hectic few weeks with visitors, birthday party, trip for work (all equalling copious amounts of eating) but now I feel f(l)atter than before.

Like many, I have a love/hate relationship with exercise – I hate alot of forms of exercise, yet I love how it makes me feel after I’ve done it. I know there is no quick and easy fix. I’ve just got to get out there and pound the pavement day after day until I start feeling stronger again. Continue reading


A week for doing

I am writing this from the promise of the weekend. Where plans can be made without weekday pressures, where oaths can be made to oneself that the next week will be the beginning of something new.

But today is Monday, a day where the promises we made to ourselves can so easily be thrown aside for a sneaky Kit Kat from the vending machine, when tiredness gives way to popping on the slippers instead of lacing up the runners.

Today, I go on the record to say ‘this week will be different’. It’s a phrase that has echoed in my mind for months, but resolve weakens as soon as I have to actually DO something about it. Continue reading