Day 24 Inspired ❤❤❤

Sunday, the day of rest! I wish!  

For some foolish reason I decided to get up early and instead of my usual long lie with many mugs of coffee and a good book, I found myself in my gym clothes and out walking. It was not the warmest of mornings but AC/DC in my headphones were working a treat. Now this would not be too bad if my brain had not then decided that I felt good enough to head to the Gym! Optimism on the part of my psyche, methinks???? 

 Well, 2 lots of ten minutes on the treadmill, 20 on the bike then my 10 minute rowing challenge and my psyche was no longer optimistic. Jelly legs and wimpy arms were struggling to even get me back to the Changing Room but after at least two pints of water and a breather, things got better. 

See my Facebook page for today’s short video 

My ten minute rowing challenge results, today on the left 


It was then onto Social Media duty as two of the Junior Tennis groups at the Western  Health and Racquets Club were taking part in workshops with Jeff, agreat sports   psychologist. He got the guys to think about how negative thoughts affect their tennis game and their lives in general. Sitting listening to the enthusiasm of the groups was inspiring and I have to say it made me think about a lot of negative thinking that I do. The groups had some great ideas and their feedback at the end was encouraging. 


Today was definitely inspiring and full of thinking. As we go into Week 5, I can honestly say there is a difference. The physical signs will come but the mental strength is already there. 

Look out Week 5!

Day 18 Back on the treadmill ❤❤❤

After two tough days, despite the start of a cold, I had to get back to the Gym. I could really feel myself starting to stiffen up and the old legs definitely needed a stretch.

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So after watching the thrilling Australian Open final, I wrapped up, hit the treadmill and then the bike. It was a real mind over matter workout, with my body telling me it wanted a lie down but my brain disagreeing. Lots of water, good tunes and sheer will hit me through 20 mins on the treadmill then 20 on the bike. 



So as we head into week 4 despite a few hiccups I feel like I am still on course. My eating is definitely better and even on Friday when I hit the comfort food, the good thing was that I got straight back to the plan. All those carbs and fat made me feel low and tired so today was good cereals and lots of veg. 

Next week will hopefully include another spinning session, a long distance walk and possibly a weights session. I have a lot on next week so balance will be key. Now I am off to bed with lots of vitamin C and a warming apple and cinnamon lemsip. 

Thank you for your support so far!

Day 14 : Spinning Time ❤❤❤

Finally today I went for an introduction to Spinning with Michael at Boiler Room Fitness, This dedicated spin studio is based at the Western Health and Racquets Club and caters for all levels and stages of Spinning abilities. I had had a bit of a frantic morning before I even got on the bike so as you can imagine calm, I was not! (Mobile died, three PPI calls within 20 minutes, the lace broke on my trainers and my alarm didn’t go off) 


The first thing Michael asked me was what did I want to get out of today’s session, and my aim was simply to try something new, challenge myself and to prove that if I can do it anyone can. Michael went through how to set up the bike and made sure that I felt comfortable on it. He did a basic intro to the gears and how a class works, but what I didn’t realise was that while he was talking me through all this I was already pedalling. Crafty!!!!! 

So off we went and if I ever thought that my legs moaned during PT with GymGuyMark they sure as hell screamed at the top of their voice with SpinGuyMichael!!!!! To be honest it is difficult to describe how I felt, my lungs and legs were pushed to their limit, the sweat was pouring off me but weirdly it felt good. The routine was a mixture of sitting and standing whilst pedalling and using the beat of the music to drive your speed. Michael, with just a bit of guidance, left me to work the tension and once I got my level I found myself really starting to challenge the battle of mental over physical. Once I stopped thinking about what I was doing and started listening to the music, I found driving myself less challenging. Michael switched tunes and during the “chorus” got me to stand and try to push myself not to sit back down. The old legs went wobbly and the old knees started to refuse to hold my weight but for a first go, apparently I did not too bad. 

Check the short video on my Facebook page for the dripping, red faced me!!!!

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We are going to be doing two more sessions because Michael explained that the second is crucial and by the third you should really find your level. So Monday will see me back in the saddle again

G

Singularly Awesome

So today is the day when timelines are full of chocolates, red roses and fluffy pictures, well for some!!!! Mine is full of ads for dating agencies, speed dating evenings and advice on being single on Valentines Day. 

   

There are people who will cry to the bottom of a box of tissues and whinge about being single till that last square of a family size bar of Cadburys has departed. They will avoid the world because they hate being S I N G L E on Valentine’s Day! Don’t deny it you know who you are!!!! Our inner Bridget Jones is channelled and we write screeds and screeds in our diary ending the day by signing up to the “mature” dating site because actually the silver fox in the photo really could just be waiting to meet me!!!!!!!

  

Nope! All wrong guys! By all means have a whinge and a poor me moment but then, warning cheesy line approaching, remember that L O V E is all around! Family, friends, chocolate, gin, boxed set binges all love you and think you are awesome.

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So I say …   

You are awesome, amazing and fabulous! You struggle everyday to cope with life, balance the books and try to leave the house and not scare anyone! That deserves a spoil me day, so make it today.   

Me? I am spending the day celebrating the fact that I am part of an amazing family and I have a life full of people who love and support me. From the guys who supply my caffeine hit every morning at Gordon Street Coffee, the amazing bunch I work with at 29studios, my cinema buddy for life, good friends I enjoy a glass of bubbly with as well as those who drown me in gin, those who have travelled with me in good and bad times and even the Gym Guy who puts me through torture in the gym!!!!! You are my Valentines cards every day, what more do I need???? 

That is unless this guy rocks up on his bike, then you are all dumped!!!! 

 
Gx

The Return!

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Tomorrow is back to work day! After an amazing break, it is time to shift focus and balance out life. 2016 looks to be one that will be filled with passion, opportunity, personal growth and one almighty challenge in getting this poor old  neglected body back into shape.

The spark has been lit and the revolution continues!

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G x

Back in the Saddle Again: The Return to the Western Gym!

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I watched an old cowboy film the other day because it was one of those “I need to switch off and just chill” time. In the middle of the film there was the classic gunfight, the villain at one end of the street, and the sheriff at the other. As they walked towards each other the music started to build then suddenly they both reached for their guns and silence as a shot rang out and the villain fell. The sheriff had only wounded him and as he helped him up, he did that classic good guy thing of “let’s get you cleaned up and start a new life” speech. The scene came back to mind as I sat opposite the Doc waiting on my blood pressure being taken the other day. I felt like I was sitting in the OK Corral waiting on the gunfight to start and had to stop myself from saying “Ok, give it to me straight, am I dying Doc????”. But instead all I got was a shake of the head and  sigh. I already knew what was wrong, months of dealing with anxiety and depression, crap eating, medication and generally not looking after myself physically meant that all the hard work that had gone on before had been shot in the foot and left under a burning hot desert sun aka a rainy day in Glasgow to gain weight and head back to Unfitville!

How do you get back in that saddle again especially after you have fallen off many times before? Part of my problem was that my self confidence was shot to bits, I had allowed myself to believe that going to the gym really did not matter and that I would be able to cope and motivate myself to sort myself out. But what I had forgotten is that I am a recovering gymophobe and any excuse to duck out of exercise will be grabbed with both hands. As I have blogged about before, this is where the 5×50 challenge has really helped, the 30 minutes a day I hav to fit in made me feel so much better and of course after my Big Night Out I had, in my hungover state, told GymGuyMark I would be back.

So I found myself back at the Western Health and Racquets Club gym saying the immortal words to GGM, let just see what I can do! What I had forgotten was that since my last visit, the Western gym has been transformed with lots of new torture, I mean gym equipment and after a quick warm up on the treadmill, I was introduced to TRX and all the agony these innocuous looking bands bring.

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Very simple says GGM, grab onto the handles and lean back, then pull yourself up ( that is the simple version)! I have to say that after 5 reps I started having flashbacks to my first gym visit. My arms were giving me severe attitude and my brain was helping them. There was no mind over matter going on, the whole lot was working in sync and they were all desperately trying to get me to let go of the bands and fall on my backside. I am not even going to start on the squat exercise, my thighs are still not talking to me!

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Next the tubes of death or whatever they are called! GGM makes it all sound so simple. “Keep your bottom half ridged and using your waist, swing the tube up and over my arm”. “Can I whack you with this?” says I, “you can try” says he!!!!!! About six swings in I knew what he meant. These tubes of plastic are heavy little bu**ers! My shoulders and tops of my arms were now numb and I was in severe danger of never being able to lift a glass of gin again. I was starting to get into a very negative frame of mind, despite GGM’s awesome banter, and when those hateful words sit ups were mentioned I am afraid that was it for me. To be serious for second, the meds had started to kick in to try and calm the adrenalin down and it was not a pleasant feeling. GGM did not let me off though, after a one minute rest the TRX bands were back out. Again with “all you have to do is” start to the sentence, I had to hold on to the handles, lean forward and lift myself up and down. Now I have a terrible fear of falling forward, not off high buildings or anything but tripping up or being pushed. The reason why is not for on here but let me just say that this exercise took me far beyond my comfort zone and into outer space. But despite the fact that my entire body including my lungs were trying to escape my skin and run, well hobble, away little Miss Determination appeared and in spite of the horrendous images in my head, I managed to do the 2 sets of 15 reps. If I got nothing else from today, this was a huge victory.

So it was over, my first proper exercise session in over six months was done, and so was I. The last exercise had taken so much out of me, even the thought of kicking the saloon doors open for a shot of gin to recover was not appealing, I escaped and headed for them thar hills!

Skipping, yeh right, forward to today(Sunday) and my entire body is almost back to normal. I can sit up without making the oyah sound and I can finally feel my thighs and legs again. I have to say a huge thank you to GGM for getting me through the seven different exercises, I was by no means magnificent (get it) but apparently I am on my way back to awesomeness. I guess like the improvements going on at the Western Gym, we are both being remodelled to become new and improved.

Yeeeehaaaaa !!!!!!

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Belief, The Gym and Elvis ?

I was walking back home tonight after dinner at the Rio Cafe and as I headed up Hyndland Road a car stopped at the lights blaring out that eternal favourite of  karaoke singers everywhere, I Believe sung by Mr E Presley.

Go on you know you want to ….

I believe for every drop of rain falls
A flower grows
I believe that somewhere in the darkest night
A candle glows

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Ahhh a classic! I could just see Elvis in his white suit belting out this old showstopper. The two young guys standing next to me at the crossing were looking at me somewhat strangely when it dawned on me that, not only were the couple in the car singing at the top of their voices , but I was kinda humming along to. I gave the two boys that awkward ”I am not really a nutter and am totally sober” look but one of them just sighed at me and said ”that song reminds me of my Gran’s funeral”. Apparently his Gran was a huge Elvis fan and she genuinely believed that the King was not dead because ”he never played Glasgow”. What a thing to believe in, but the boy seemed totally genuine and there was not a giggle in his voice. Kind of got me thinking about the strength of belief that some people have. That old lady had total belief that Elvis would be back to play Glasgow, what does it take to have that ”faith”?

I am not talking about religion or politics, I mean the kind of belief that makes people climb mountains, make huge changes in their lives, step out of their comfort zone or save enough money to buy a ticket to see Elvis play the SECC. Is it faith in themselves, self belief in their own abilities or perhaps a spur of the moment decision that you become to embarrassed to back down from? Did his Gran genuinely believe that the King had not left the building?

I have a friend who believed that if she lost a tonne of weight, hit the gym to get that toned, tight body that the men would come flooding her way. Her faith in herself was so strong that she lost 6  stone and can now run marathons but she has no social life because that goal became an obsession and it doesn’t really work when you keep having to tell your dates, sorry I have to be up at 5.30 am to go for a run when you only arrived for dinner an hour ago. The other problem was every runner she dated was as obsessed as she was and when she found herself discussing nothing but lap times and running shoes she decided it was time to change.  The last time I spoke to her she had changed her routine totally, got back some of her curves and put in place a much more balanced approach to life. She is still looking for Mr Right but in the meantime at least now she can stay out beyond her bedtime!!!!

I guess we all have faith in something, even if it is often misplaced! Like the belief that one more gin won’t hurt then the next morning  you are necking back the coffee and wondering where you left your shoes! The belief that you will work off that extra slice of cake in the Gym tomorrow then you get there and think Nah! As I have blogged before self belief and faith in your own abilities can, in my opinion, be two very different things, you can have faith but not believe. I have every faith in myself that I can lift a certain weight or hold a plank for however many minutes but there are times when I just do not believe it. That is when the hands start shaking and the knees go weak and I can’t seem to stand on my own two feet ( blinkin’ Elvis again), the weights won’t go higher than my shoulders or I drop the plank hold and collapse in a heap. I guess it is the old head over heart thing. I truly believe I can do this but my then head says, yeh but it hurts, it doesn’t feel good so stop! Over the last few weeks I have really battled with some major self confidence issues for various reasons, but tonight got me thinking, if a sane, old lady of 89 can die believing that Elvis had not left the building then perhaps I need to stop listening to my head and start listening to the self belief that I know is in my heart because as the King sang

“Treat me nice
Treat me good
Treat me like you really should
‘Cause I’m not made of wood
And I don’t have a wooden heart”

So coupled with a lightbulb idea I had the other day, I may have found a new approach to get my head round this lack of self confidence in the Gym and to those two boys  and their Granny, I have only have one thing to say

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You may just have given me a wee bit of inspiration I needed … Gin or Gym has not left the building!

Gx

The Recovering Gymophobe Boldly Goes

So tomorrow I am off to my first ever fitness expo at the SECC in Glasgow. As many of you will know I am a total sceptic when it comes to certain parts of the fitness industry. There are so many products and “experts” who all claim to know best, the conflicting messages that appear on social media and websites are so confusing especially when the ” you don’t know what you are talking about” chat starts. It will be interesting to see what this kind of Expo is all about and to go and listen to some of the Seminars to see what I can pick up to apply to my Gin or Gym life

Looking forward to SFNExpo2014