How’s everyone’s fitness journey going so far in 2018? I have a friend that’s running the London Marathon this year, who’s a big inspiration to me, but I’m still just plodding along at the gym, 3-4 times a week. My weight loss has dramatically slowed down, at least so far, but I want to talk about why only losing 1lb a week is a good thing.
I’m pleased that I’ve found the inspiration to go so often, especially as I managed to go during Christmas and New Year, but it’s a constant effort to motivate myself … it doesn’t come naturally to me I don’t think. I talked the other day about my top tips to motivate myself to get to the gym. Each day, I psyche myself up and almost visualize myself at the gym, and that seems to help. I try not to give myself the opportunity to talk myself out of going – leggings on, girls strapped down, water bottle filled up and off.
This year, I’m trying to add a few new ways of working out to my (somewhat unregimented) ‘routine.’ My thinking is that a) it’ll hopefully keep it interesting and b) it’ll keep my body guessing what’s coming next and I’ll hopefully lose weight.
Except … I weighed in last week for the first time, and I ‘only’ lost 1lb. And the same thing happened this week. I wasn’t going to tell you because I didn’t want to be ‘that’ person that moans about losing a small amount of weight, but I’ve had time to digest it, and I have, with the help of some of my online friends, come to the conclusion that actually, a 1lb weight loss is fantastic!
Here’s why. I’ve consistently put weight on week on week during the latter part of 2017. I know because I can see and feel it. It’s so easily done, you take your eye off the ball and BAM, you’re a stone heavier. So the fact that I haven’t put weight on is a plus, and the fact that I’ve actually lost weight is an even bigger plus. A friend pointed out that if I consistently lose 1lb each week, by July, I’d have lost a stone and a half. By my birthday, two and a half stone. The key is consistency. (Sounds so easy doesn’t it?)
I’ve added a small amount of rowing to my gym routine. I hate it. My boobs and stomach get in the way and I’m just not very good at it and consequently, have only managed five minutes each time I’ve tried it. I’ve increased the amount of time I walk on an incline on the treadmill from 15 minutes to 45, and boy does my body know it! Knees and hips are giving me proper jip, but not to the point where I’m in pain, so I plough on, knowing that my firming butt is grateful. And I am trying to incorporate a small amount of running into that 45 minute walk … I’m up to four lots of 90 second runs. Doesn’t sound a lot, but when you’re not a natural runner, I think it’s a big achievement. Except my hip is aching so badly today that I haven’t been able to get to the gym at all. Someone recommended cod liver oil … I remember my Nan (God rest her soul) taking that! Is that what my life has come to?!
Yes, I think it probably has because I can’t deny that I’m getting older. In body, if not spirit, and that’s why it’s even more important I continue to get fitter and lose weight – I might think I’m 18 (on a very good day), but my body is telling me I’m clearly not. Kinda makes the whole losing weight/getting healthy ‘thing’ a bit more urgent.
And I think that’s the point of this post. What I do at the gym IS a big achievement. For me. There’s absolutely no point comparing myself to my friend who’s going to run a marathon, or my friend in Australia who is an ultra runner (her quick jog is 100km), because I’ll never be able to do either of those things, but the fact I’m running at all is brilliant. My body doesn’t particularly like it at the moment, but I’m hoping it’ll get used to it. And how wonderful is it that even at 47 I can even do all of these things?
I had a chat with my Personal Trainer this week as we haven’t had any sessions together lately, and I started to apologise for my absence during November … wanging on about gynaecological stuff that no 22-year-old guy wants to hear! And (thankfully for him), I stopped myself because I don’t owe him an apology. Or anyone for that matter. I, you, we all do what we can on a daily basis, and it’s those small things each day that add up to make a difference. Some days I’ll crack out a hardcore session at the gym, other days, I’ll just be too damned tired and decide to take my son out for lunch instead.
So, whatever you’re doing right now, or not, remember … don’t beat yourself up. We’re all just doing our best and if you lose 1lb each week, that’s pretty amazing. Or even if you stay the same, remember our bodies fluctuate a lot and as long as you’re moving to the best of your (and no-one else’s) ability, everything will be alright in the end.