Musclebound

There’s a lot of talk on my Personal Blog about the fitness journey I’m travelling. It all began after a disastrous cycle ride across the Golden Gate Bridge (on a tandem, no less) with the realisation that perhaps just doing enough really wasn’t acceptable any more. Since that point it has been a slow, often painful move towards fitness. However, and this is crucial to reiterate, the enjoyment and satisfaction gained from taking control of my body is one of the most liberating feelings in the World. Finally, feeling good about life is at least in part in my hands.

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Two key factors have contributed to this change: my obsession with weight has now been beaten, and the need to do everything, all the time is being tempered. Menopause has been a challenge in the midst of all this (especially with fatigue and water weight gain being often unpredictable) but finally, over the last month or so, there’s a level being found that’s acceptable as routine. I weigh myself once every few weeks rather than checking three times a day, because it is no longer about a number but how I feel. The bio-metric scales at the Gym have been wonderful in explaining that fat to muscle exchange is a key part of this process, which is very much ongoing.

Then, finally, there’s the acceptance that you have to rest occasionally. Having taken a fall before Easter (and then spending nearly a fortnight unable to bend my left elbow correctly) was the wake up call needed to reorganise the routines and shift focus away from just legs and arms. My new PT has been give the job of bringing the whole body into play, benefits of which are already apparent, and the future is more of that and less focus on goals which are not either enjoyable or sustainable. It’s been a tough mental adjust too, but coming out of the other end this is the happiest I’ve been about exercise for a very long time.

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It’s also becoming apparent that some people find my ‘well if I can do it why can’t you?’ poking via social media a bit much at times. My daughter helpfully reminded me this week that if you choose not to believe someone else’s assertions are genuine, that’s your problem and not theirs. This works for me, and as a result the last thing that needs to happen is somebody else’s negativity ruining all that good work. If you’re interested in the journey, look for the posts with this header.

There’s plenty of space here for everybody.

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