Here we are again, on the 7th of January I weighed 14.4 3/4. Last year I was around 9st 7lbs, fit healthy and a size 8-10, running, going to Spin, to the gym.. Then everything seemed to fall apart, I got sloppy, tired, depressed and bogged down, my back was constantly playing up. I felt washed out and putting one foot in front of the other exhausted me, I stopped going to the gym, spin, did run but my legs felt like lead..
I went to the doctors and had some blood tests, I was low in iron but nothing major. Toby's behaviour was suffocating, I wallowed and even stopped talking to my running and gym friends. The only thing which chilled me out was wine in the night and some fat ladden food and Ben and Jerrys (I opt for the frozen yogurt type now ;-)). Inevitably I piled on the weight, wore baggier t shirts, leggings, pinched Toby's hoodies and drank a big cup of denial!! Things at home didn't help, Toby being assaulted, my friend dying, Toby's endless meltdowns and wet beds.
Christmas was was crunchtime, I'd been on anti depressants for over two months. I thought get Christmas over and start again. I could either wallow, get bigger, feel like crap or start living again. So four days after my birthday I hit the gym. Saying it was hard work was an underestimation, I was knackered and thought I'd never get back to pounding the pavement, I'd never get back running long distances and getting a huge buzz.
Two weeks on I've been to the gym (50 minutes X trainer, hills level 9 / 10 minutes run/walk on the treadmill), I've managed to lose 8lbs altogether. I've cut out alcohol and junk, eating more steamed veg and salads, soups and fruit, plenty of egg and soldiers and poached eggs too *yum*.
So onwards and upwards, I'm going to hit the pavements in February as I miss it so much. It'll be a run / Walk first until I get my mojo and fitness back.
