As some of you may know I started walking with a few friends a few months ago.
As some of you may also know, I am not a sport person (never have been), nor do I exercises (tho have joined many gyms for goodness-why).
I discovered Curves in Dublin and loved it. Friends in Sydney had joined and I was truly amazed at how the were glowing - I asked them what drugs they were taking as I wanted some too. They confessed it wasn't drugs, but they had joined a new gym for women called Curves and loved it. I thought if Curves can do that for them ...... I'm joining.
Fortunately there was one just down the road from where we lived and I did indeed enjoy the 30 minutes sessions there very much.
I joined Curves as soon as we landed in the UK but had to resign due to another frozen shoulder episode, plus I was paying for several months a year when I knew there was minimal chance of getting there - aka school holidays (in Dublin Mia was at Montessori that only closed Xmas and Easter)
The walking group sounded like a great way to bond with friends, get me out of the house, give my week some structure and who knows, maybe just maybe I'd start to loose a little bit of weight, which as a result of the above I have slowly but surely put on over the past few years.
Walking with friends was enjoyable tho the UK weather quickly put a stop to those of us less enthusiastic. I suppose an investment in 'proper' walking clothes was an option, but who knew how long I'd commit to this and the walking clothes would sit in a cupboard along with several really funky gym work out sets buried there.
Joining a gym was an option - no it wasn't. Joining fees, annual commitments, school holiday issues again. Just all too hard.
Instead I thought why not hire a walking machine for home?
No excuses at all then NOT to walk every day, even 20 minutes every day is better than nothing.
So we hired a walking machine (aka treadmill)
Friends teased me it would hold washing, or collect dust and i was determined to prove them wrong.
My jeans have been feeling ever looser these past few weeks so I washed them thinking the denim had stretched but NO, they are too big around my waist, bum and thighs.
I put on a top and OMG it's so loose and baggy it looks awful (didn't even feel like wearing it around the house as 'home clothes')
So, I am proud to say I am the owner of (a few) Fat Clothes.
I got on the walking machine today with more enthusiasm that I have for a while and pounded out 3 k's.
It's certainly not the same as walking along country roads in Hampshire, but it'll have to do until the weather improves.
Who knows, I might take up tennis. No, can't see that happening.