The first six weeks went soooo well. I was running two or three times a week and doing sit-up/press-ups and other exercises every couple of days. In fact I was really starting to notice the difference. There was no big difference in weight, but my waist was definitely getting trimmer.
But then I started having bad thoughts. Along the lines of 'wow, this is achievable. All I have to do is keep up the exercise. For the rest of my life.'
That last bit really got to me. So I used the excuse of cold weather to stop my fantastic running efforts. As the no-exercise weeks have slipped by, I'm getting all bulgy again and I'm starting to wonder what happened to my motivation.
Clearly exercise does work for me. It makes me feel positive, more energetic, more confident that I'll be an active, enthusiastic mum for Ellie. It makes me feel sexier - and less likely to just loll around on the sofa (so not a good look).
I just have to tackle my fear of success and accept that I have to treat exercise as a fact of life. It's going to have to be another thing that I do. Just like the laundry, it's not going to go away and once it's done I will feel lighter and free to do the things I want. And sometimes, unlike the laundry, I'll even enjoy it.
I'm also going to read the health and fitness tips at From the cheap seats. Laskigal has garnered loads of good ideas to inspire me.
Today, I'm at work in the local office. No double-decker bus rides here. Instead I have my running kit because my local work day lunchtimes represent my main chance for running. Well. I've published this post now. I'm going to have to do it.
He he. It didn't happen. I walked to the sandwich shop instead. Mmmmm... lunch. Hope I have more will power next time.