I think one of the major curses of trying to improve your fitness when you're not in the first flush of youth, you have the audacity to possess female secondary sexual characteristics in a public place *and* you aren't Jennifer Aniston is that every pillock has an opinion.
The people who love you are "Yay! Go for it! Good for you!".
However the rest are, I regret to say, a bunch of cosmic wank hats.
Today, when I was out for the first run I have done in many a year (doing walk/run intervals - 2.98 km, go me!), some "yoof" who appeared to be trying to impress a teenage girl, starting giving it "Run, Forest, Run", "You're meant to be RUNNING" - Me "Er, no I'm not, it's called interval training for a reason", "Your arse is wobbling and so are your tits!" etc.
Startling, I say, startling powers of observation there, mate. Also I hope your harassment of a random woman in sportswear, whose face is so red that she resembles a match, alerts your young friend to the fact that you are a complete douche canoe, and that she kicks you, unceremoniously, to the kerb.
So here is my retort.
Firstly, fat shaming is so effective at making people lose weight....er, no, it's not. (There's sound on the article so switch off if at work)
Secondary, being 40-odd, rather overweight, and currently built like a busty prop forward, I'd be bloody worried if those areas didn't wobble. On account of them being areas on the female body where fat is stored and because it would mean that I had become a slim bloke since leaving the house, and that, for me, as a cisgender woman, would be just weird. Either that, or I'd mutated into a gazelle.
I think we can all agree that that's kind of unlikely.
Thirdly, I'm seriously pleased with myself, because I went out for a run and did not expire.
Fourthly, I'm seriously pleased because none of my broken bits are playing up.
Fifthly, I'm doing this because I don't want my heart to explode, my bones to crumble to dust and maybe, just maybe, I might be able to wear dresses with an actual waist band again at some point. You know, so I can hopefully have an existence free from being riven with pain, and potentially, free from premature death. That harshes one's buzz somewhat.
Sixthly, I reserve the right to wobble, jiggle, ripple and even (if I'm in the fettle) undulate, where ever and when ever I bloody well like.
Seventhly, I possess a mirror and clothes therefore I possess enough self awareness to realise that I don't look like Jessica Ennis.
Once upon a time this would have put me off, now it's a challenge :)
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Back with a sensibly paced and measured minor explosion...
In preference to a bang as I'd probably put my back out! In fact I have, so it's measured walking again, hey ho, that's how my fitness life goes. Rest, baths, Diclofenac,common sense, and I'll be back with the programme soon enough.
That said, it's been a funny old year, not least because I've been dealing with a health problem for some time that effectively scuppered my exercise plans, drained all my energy and put me in a funny old frame of mind.
If you've read this blog before, you'll know that I started another one called "Barley Free Living". Well, as it turns out, I'm actually gluten intolerant and it appears that that's been at the root of the IBS I've suffered from since 1996. Mercifully, I'm not Coeliac, for which I am very, very grateful.
When the barley problem really started to cause me a problem, (Allergic reaction - how wonderful) OH persuaded me that it might be a good idea if I consulted my GP to get some guidance, and to get checked out. As an experiment (and to eliminate the chance of cross contamination which actually caught me out once or twice) I went GF for a while. It was great. A number of grisly symptoms gone in a couple of days and the headaches and brain fog I'd had since my son was born (and before if I'm honest) went too.
What wasn't so great was the dietician that I'd been referred to suggested that I have an initial Coeliac disease test and that I have to start eating gluten containing foods again in order to the appropriate antibodies to appear in my blood stream. This involved actually eating more gluten containing foods than I had previously been eating.
Gluten "rechallenging" (A mimsy term if ever I've heard one) is rank. If I had blogged about it, you, dear reader, would have had to endure 6 weeks of me whinging about the parlous state of my hoop, gassy gurgling like a lava lamp with a major flatulence problem (for the Whovians amongst you, the Slytheen are a good reference point) and with a permanent headache. It's actually a good thing I was utterly devoid of any mental spring or energy, because no-one would ever read anything I've written ever again, so mired in self-pity was I. Never again. Gluten-free may be a major inconvenience (and I'm slightly bemused by people solely doing this as a lifestyle choice - one for people with more time on their hands than I have I suspect) but at least, I don't feel like I'm on the verge of bursting anymore. Literally.
Reader, you've had a lucky escape!
That said, it's been a funny old year, not least because I've been dealing with a health problem for some time that effectively scuppered my exercise plans, drained all my energy and put me in a funny old frame of mind.
If you've read this blog before, you'll know that I started another one called "Barley Free Living". Well, as it turns out, I'm actually gluten intolerant and it appears that that's been at the root of the IBS I've suffered from since 1996. Mercifully, I'm not Coeliac, for which I am very, very grateful.
When the barley problem really started to cause me a problem, (Allergic reaction - how wonderful) OH persuaded me that it might be a good idea if I consulted my GP to get some guidance, and to get checked out. As an experiment (and to eliminate the chance of cross contamination which actually caught me out once or twice) I went GF for a while. It was great. A number of grisly symptoms gone in a couple of days and the headaches and brain fog I'd had since my son was born (and before if I'm honest) went too.
What wasn't so great was the dietician that I'd been referred to suggested that I have an initial Coeliac disease test and that I have to start eating gluten containing foods again in order to the appropriate antibodies to appear in my blood stream. This involved actually eating more gluten containing foods than I had previously been eating.
Gluten "rechallenging" (A mimsy term if ever I've heard one) is rank. If I had blogged about it, you, dear reader, would have had to endure 6 weeks of me whinging about the parlous state of my hoop, gassy gurgling like a lava lamp with a major flatulence problem (for the Whovians amongst you, the Slytheen are a good reference point) and with a permanent headache. It's actually a good thing I was utterly devoid of any mental spring or energy, because no-one would ever read anything I've written ever again, so mired in self-pity was I. Never again. Gluten-free may be a major inconvenience (and I'm slightly bemused by people solely doing this as a lifestyle choice - one for people with more time on their hands than I have I suspect) but at least, I don't feel like I'm on the verge of bursting anymore. Literally.
Reader, you've had a lucky escape!
14th July 2013 - More rest...and some words on "Virtue"...
Husband gave me the "Give yourself a break today or you'll break yourself"pep talk today. To be honest, though I'm clawing to crack on, this was a very good idea. It's averaging 28-29 degrees C at the moment, and this thing that is definitely a cold (my sooper dooper hay fever drugs make not a bit of difference) isn't going anywhere, so best to play the long game.
This competes with the part of my brain that is telling me to "go on, work out, not doing it makes you lazy" which is the internal narrative that I've been arguing with for years.
The thing is, fad diets and trendy new exercise regimes, create a mind set where you think to yourself " this is the mother lode, the eternal cure, the solution to my *fat* ass, squiggly middle" and your failure to adhere to it is you being weak. It all boils down to the concept of virtue, which is quite frankly, tripe.
Doing a lot of exercise doesn't make you a better person, it just makes you a person who does a lot of exercise...simple. Avoiding gluten and sugar won't do it either. Do what feels right...for you...and avoid the charlatans...
This competes with the part of my brain that is telling me to "go on, work out, not doing it makes you lazy" which is the internal narrative that I've been arguing with for years.
The thing is, fad diets and trendy new exercise regimes, create a mind set where you think to yourself " this is the mother lode, the eternal cure, the solution to my *fat* ass, squiggly middle" and your failure to adhere to it is you being weak. It all boils down to the concept of virtue, which is quite frankly, tripe.
Doing a lot of exercise doesn't make you a better person, it just makes you a person who does a lot of exercise...simple. Avoiding gluten and sugar won't do it either. Do what feels right...for you...and avoid the charlatans...
Soo...yesterday...
If my lower abdominal muscles had a voice, the noise they would have made would have been the noise when two cats successfully achieve sexual congress.
YEEEEOWWWWWLL.
More or less.
However, that was just because I'd had a decent sleep, and fortunately things did improve immensely.
Problem is it's 10.50pm and 25 degrees C. I feel as much like writing as wearing a gigantic rug. We Northumbrians just aren't used to this carry on....
YEEEEOWWWWWLL.
More or less.
However, that was just because I'd had a decent sleep, and fortunately things did improve immensely.
Problem is it's 10.50pm and 25 degrees C. I feel as much like writing as wearing a gigantic rug. We Northumbrians just aren't used to this carry on....
11th July - Did day two but feeling yucky
I'll post about today's workout tomorrow as the throat infection was the precursor to a head cold and I'm feeling decidedly poop...
10th July 2013 - The first rest/recovery day
I knew there was a reason why I called this blog 40 Ouch.
Every part of me bar one is pleasantly fatigued. You know, when your muscles tell you that you've done good work but it's not actual "pain". That feeling is nice.
That regrettably is not the feeling that I currently have in my core. There is no spasming or any of that sort of thing so I know I'm not injured. However what I do have is a lot of scar tissue from a c-section 18 months ago. To cut a long story short, (pardon the pun), I was immobile in pregnancy, had an emergency section and had a long recovery so I suspect that the pretty gnarly core ache that I'm suffering from is something to do with that, as I've not really had the ability to get active enough to break it down. Suffice it to say, it knacks. A lot.
It hurts even more when playing with the former inhabitant of my abdomen on the floor. (I know, school girl error, getting down on the floor in the first place). There's nothing like lying there, terrified to clench your muscles because you know it's going to hurt, while a happy but dementedly determined toddler lurches towards your head wielding a wooden bee on a string like a mace...
It hurts even more when playing with the former inhabitant of my abdomen on the floor. (I know, school girl error, getting down on the floor in the first place). There's nothing like lying there, terrified to clench your muscles because you know it's going to hurt, while a happy but dementedly determined toddler lurches towards your head wielding a wooden bee on a string like a mace...
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