Fitness isn’t something I ever thought I’d talk about on this blog. It’s not ever been something I’ve thought a lot about. I don’t want it to become something I talk about either. But it is something I am beginning to think I need to aim towards.
I have been overweight pretty much since I hit puberty. I went from a size 8 to a size 14 pretty quickly so I’ve always had stretch marks. Stupidly I thought they wouldn’t get worse when I got pregnant but oh man, how I was wrong. I never really cared too much about my weight though. I have always been happy about how my body looks and almost always dressed to suit my shape.
At an average height, I am 29.6 on the BMI scale… I was classed as ‘obese’ when I was pregnant too. Its a delight being told every time you go to to the Drs for a check up that you’re almost clinically obese and need to lose weight. I have lost count how many times I’ve been told this. But I really never listened, it wasn’t something I cared to hear about.
Recently though, I’m not sure why. I’ve been starting to think I might need to do something. Its not that I hate the way I look. I really don’t. And I shouldn’t be afraid to say that – sorry if some of you think I’m vain. I have no interest in looks and fitting into any neat boxes. Everyone can look the way they want to look, and there shouldn’t be any judgement for that. However, I have started to feel the extra weight…. and thats a different story.
I can feel the extra weight pulling on my hips lately. I can feel it when I am running after Spike, wobbling and wobbling. And when I look in the mirror, although I don’t mind what looks back at me, I know that something needs to be done.
It’s not cosmetic, I am me and what you see is what you get. However I now have a little girl to think about. A little girl who needs her mum, not just now but in 10, 20, 30 years time. Her mum needs to be fit and healthy. Spike will want me to run round the playground with her in 5 years time. She’ll want me to take her places in 10 years time. She’ll want me to make her graduation in 20 years time… and she needs me to be around if in 30 years time she decides to have some kids for herself… because god only knows I needed my mum to be there.
Fitness hasn’t been something I’ve thought about a lot in my life. Until now. Now, the idea of being unfit and unhealthy has made me think that the future might not be a good one. And maybe it won’t anyway, but I should do what is in my control to help it be good while I can.
I’m starting slow. My current aim is to get to the end of February and hit my goals on my fitbit app… If I make it I’ll add an extra 500 steps to my goal and an extra active minute or 2. Then try again in March. I’ve started thinking about my diet and I’m hoping to get that sorted out too. Its a slow process but by the end of the year I want to be at my pre-baby weight and maybe, just maybe, be able to run round a hall playing football with Spike without losing my breath! It’s time to think about fitness and what I can do to get fit. Let’s just hope I can stick to it!