I am not a morning person, more of a night owl if you will. I think I just love my bed too much. There’s nothing better in life than getting your starfish on. As it were. Somehow, I always manage to get myself to work on time (if I am working in London) and Dexter to school. Eventually. I’m not doing too bad.
One thing that I have always struggled to include in my daily routine is exercise and I’ve wanged on about cycling before (I don’t want to come across as a cycling bore, heaven forbid), but today proved quite interesting so I thought I would share it with you.
My original plan for today was that we would cycle to school this morning. That means having to leave my house at 8.00 am so when 8.10 am rolled past, and I was still checking Facebook in bed and Dexter was playing Minecraft in his pants, we decided that we would just cycle tomorrow instead.
But I find myself saying “we will just do it tomorrow” a lot so I was really disappointed. I know Dexter doesn’t like cycling and yet I just didn’t put up a fight this morning. However, as I was getting dressed, I decided to at least put on my cycling outfit in the hope that it might prompt me to go out cycling later.
Invariably, this never ever works. It’s like keeping a pair of jeans that are a size too small in the hope that one day you will fit into them. Instead, what happens is you just feel guilty for not being motivated enough to slim … and so the cycle (pardon the pun) continues.
I spent the morning at home chasing work and planning blog posts. I had intended to have a banana and raspberries for breakfast. Instead I had a hot cross bun and four shortbread fingers.
Today wasn’t really going to plan.
Lunchtime approached and I sat on the sofa and thought about what my next move should be. I felt I really wanted to go out for a bike ride before I ate but I have never done this before and, as weird as it sounds, you just get used to your daily routine. To change that, for me at least, is quite difficult. The easy thing would’ve been to pop the kettle on again, make lunch and watch Netflix for half an hour.
Instead, I took the time to think about what I really wanted to do. I’m tired of being unfit. I’m tired of always feeling like ‘the fat one’ in the room. I’m tired of being tired. I had a mini realisation. Nothing is going to change unless I change it myself. I need to break habits, change routines, do things differently.
So I found my very attractive red and white bed socks that my best friend bought me for Christmas, my lovely big black baggy La Redoute jumper, grabbed my trainers, my rucksack with my keys in it, wheeled my bike and went out.
I actually did it!
I have made a cycling playlist in Spotify (‘WitWitWoo Cycling’ if you want to follow), put my earphones in and off I went. I hadn’t decided where I was going to go, that wasn’t really the point. It was just really important that I went out somewhere – anywhere.
It was a beautiful, but cold, afternoon. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, and I couldn’t have been happier. I’m honestly so at peace when I’m cycling, even when it’s really hard. It’s hard to explain, but it just gives me much-needed headspace I think.
I found myself cycling towards Dexter’s school because it’s a cycle path from our house all the way along, it’s relatively flat with occasional undulating small peaks and troughs. What I hadn’t realised before was that I actually cycle past our town’s main gym. The very gym I’ve been a member of for the past ten months and yet I don’t think I’ve been for six of those months. I’ve shelled out a lot of money for something I fell out of love with a long time ago.
The gym stopped being a place where I felt comfortable. There seemed to be only two demographics of people that went – either twenty-something girls with flat stomachs and perfect make-up, or the geriatric brigade, that are no doubt fitter than me. Either way, as I cycled past, I realised that I had never felt as happy as I do about exercising at that very moment whilst on my bike, then I ever have in a gym. It was at that moment that I crossed the main road, put the bike in the bike rack of the gym, walked in and asked to cancel my membership.
It felt like the end of an era because I have always gone to gyms throughout my life but it just doesn’t feel right any more. It certainly doesn’t make me happy and I want exercise to make me smile.
I’m rambling. I don’t know if this will strike a chord with anybody at all but there just seems to have been a shift in my mindset. I honestly believe that one of the reasons for this shift is that the slimpod from Thinking Slimmer, that I listen to every night when I go to bed, is working. This certainly isn’t a sponsored post for them but I believe in giving credit where credit is due. Take a look at their website and if you have any questions about what exactly a slimpod does, feel free to ask me.
I also think that finding an exercise you enjoy that you can fit around your lifestyle is key. Gyms make me miserable, but it has taken me a long time to actually realise that.
As I cycled home I took a few photos. I definitely need a Go-Pro though. It’s my birthday in September … just saying.