Trying to be Leaner .. though not Meaner!

My second Cairns home.. Sportsworld...

Pilates Class.. where we practice blowing bubble gum

Zoomba

 

 

 

 

Right…

Away from men.. away from all that… anyone would think I had nothing better in my life to think about…

A cursory distraction from my main goal of living a life…! So what else have I been up to?

I always consider the main things in one’s life for equilibrium is Love, Health, Money.

And so to health……

There’s been too much in this blog about Love (or lack of it! Haha). 

Somebody said that you spend the first half of your life abusing your body and the second half trying to repair it.

Luckily, I haven’t been too destructive, though the years in Sydney of cooking big meals in the evening as a couple, glasses of wine with dinner and cigarettes I am sure haven’t helped.

My last lovemaking with my ex boyfriend was on our last night before I left and I remember looking down at my mountainous midrift thinking.. oh my goodness that will be the last thing he will remember of me!

I left Sydney weighing  nearly 12 stone (about 165 lbs/82 kilos) .  Luckily, with a large frame I carried it well with my ‘big wardrobe’ clothes that hung flowingly and decorously over the bulges.

Part of the reason I wanted to get out of my last relationship was that I wasn’t going to be leading a lifestyle with my ex that was going to improve the situation.  He was an exuberant drinker, a lover of food, and a relationship that still meant that we enjoyed each other’s company after work.. which   would be shared at home cogitating and couch surfing rather than mutual treadmills down the gym.

After I left him I travelled to the UK, Honduras and Costa Rica. Weight started to begin to slowly drop off.  Without large meals in the evening and not sitting behind a desk for 8 hours a day it was a no-brainer that I would be able to shift some weight.

Arriving in Port Douglas and working on the dive boats ensured that a healthy lifestyle working in diving pushed off further poundage. 

It was purely through a surprise telephone call that I found myself sitting in an interview on the Friday.. and then starting work on the Monday in marketing for Cairns Pullman Hotel and Reef Casino (more on that in subsequent blog).

Back sitting onto my lardy arse in an office.  Oh dread.. that office figure again.as if evolving Darwinian style one's body develops comfortable cushions of fat to pad out that sedentary lifestyle.

And so.. to the gym I enrolled.

So lucky it is on my way back from work and a lovely detour.. and my diary looks like:

Monday - masochistic yoga... the other day I was doing a position and fell forward on my face and gave my cheek a carpet burn!  The yoga instructor is a kick ass.. we are not talking gentle meditative .. we're talking 'take the pain'..'

Tuesday - Pilates - so now I know what they use the bouncy beach balls for!

Wednesday - Body Balancing.. seems that I need all the balancing I can get.. because I am still falling over!

Thursday -  I do lengths in the pool as no courses are run late enough for me to make after work

Friday - Zumba

I also do weights after every session and am getting into the habit of doing  3,000 lb abs bends, 3,000 lb back bends , a few arm curly things, leg pushes and curves.. and then that's it.

My weight has gone down from just under 12 to just over 10 stone - so I have lost about 18 lbs - 9.5 kilos and I still have a spare energetically pumped up spare tyre midrift that doesn't seem to want to deflate.  So still lots of work to do.

I also have to add to the above that after all these years I now religiously have breakfast (gone are the days of a coffee and a cigarette!) that consists of yoghurt (low fat), muesli/bran and fruit (strawberries and bananas or blackberries if in season)...

I can't say that I feel truly confident in myself.  Certainly when one is attracting men with bulging muscles who are so body concious (and who 'like' ripped girls on their Facebook page.. yep.. Mr PADI) my lack of a flat stomach and abs does make me rather self conscious. But also , let's be real I am 50 yrs old.. one can't compete with young girls.  They might have their puppy fat.. I have middle aged spread.. I suppose there is some commonality there.. hahaha!

But to walk and not feel one's legs swishing on the inside as the fat rubs together.. or run and not feel the poundage pounding is a definite improvement - to fit into clothes! To actually wear clothes that figure hug a bit.. oh joy!  How much better one can feel about oneself!