This year I didn’t make a resolution to lose weight, I wanted to and honestly it was one of the first things that came to my head when I was thinking about what my resolutions would be.
I wanted to get healthier, which in part includes loosing weight, but to me means so much more. I want to look after my mental health better, eat better, drink less and exercise more. Make better changes.
I have put on over 23kgs of weight since my diagnosis of depression and anxiety. I would like to lose some of that, but I would rather focus on my fitness rather than an actual weight number. So I joined a gym and so far this week I have been 5 days out of five. Next week I will be starting some PT sessions as well. Not many just 3 to start with to make sure everything is in the right direction. I am also going to make a deal with my trainer. I will let her weigh me, but she’s not to tell me my weight. I don’t want to know, and more importantly I don’t want my weight, my number to be the focus. I just want to get fit and healthy, learn to run again.
Which brings me to today, my gym is only new to town. its one of those 24hr gyms and it has no classes. its great and because of that it also means it was a little cheaper than a lot of the other gyms. But today, this after noon rather than mowing my lawn I will be making an unplanned trip to the gym, because I have a date with the treadmill, you see the gym is holding a 24hr treadmill challenge where entrants pay $30 to register and ALL the money goes to a local family in need and doing it tough.
I wasnt going to sign up for the challenge but I thought to myself what excuse do I really have? Honestly? If you want the truth, if it weren’t from the ongoing support and help from my family and friends it would very most likely be me needing that. So on my way home from the shops we stopped in and signed me up for my half hour at 4:30.
I’m actually thinking i might tack on a second half hour because I’m not just running for myself, but for others….