All posts filed under: Health & Fitness

DIARY OF A LEAN IN 15 CONVERT

After: 1. almost a year of doing no exercise bar the sporadic (read three) 5km run; 2. three years of being on the (ahem slightly older) side of 30; 3. too much indulgence (mostly Marks and Spencer chocolate covered popcorn and chilli oil covered pizza both of which are my Achilles heel); and 4. a recent summer holiday that involved a little too much bon viveur (copious amounts of… deep breath… G&Ts, allioli, white baguette, chorizo, cheese, pizza (aargh pizza again)…), I tried to fit into a work dress I hadn’t worn for a while. And then another. Then another. But none of them fitted me. I was baffled. What happened to make them all shrink? I wondered puzzled. Maybe I have a wardrobe that shrinks clothes? Despite them being dry clean only, I wondered if they had ALL have shrunk in the wash? It was time to get my head out of the sand. I knew it was time for action. I took a deep breath and my slightly girthier stomach sank. I very, …

E IS FOR EFFORT & EXERCISE AND NOT FOR EXCUSES

I don’t have a gym membership. It’s too cold to run outside. I don’t have time to exercise. I’m too tired…. Four excuses none of which I can actually justify because in 2015 I managed to find time to train for six months and run a marathon whilst working full time and doing a three hour round-trip commute, so I know this is a lot of old poppycock. You don’t need a gym membership. Put a jumper on. Stop reading celebrity gossip columns on the sofa. You might be tired but, come on wuss,  you’re not that tired. *** Post marathon I’ve hardly done any exercise but this month, it being my month dedicated to effort, I am shunning excuses in favour of action. This should theoretically be easy as exercise has never been more accessible. You don’t even need to leave your house, have any fancy equipment or even have that much time. The choice is so varied and it is only a few clicks away. You can have a personal trainer in your …

THE “S” WORD

I’m not getting enough of it. Even when I do its not great. It doesn’t last nearly as long as I want it to. Ladies, sadly, I think we might have all been in this boat at one time or another. I don’t mean to boast (I do a little) but, as a general rule, I’m usually very, very good at it. I tentatively verge on going as far as to say I am superb at it. Recently though, and I don’t know what’s changed, it’s all gone awry… There was me taking it for granted. I could do it practically whenever I wanted practically wherever I wanted. I’ve done it in my bedroom, in a car and on public transport. I might have done it on in my younger days once at work. Hell, I’ve even done it on an aeroplane. That one important S-word that can transform you into a different person, change your mood and make you so happy. That’s right. Sleep. Such a precious commodity and recently it’s all been going rather …