Just with the gym, nothing too dramatic. I joined up to the gym just before Christmas in the usual “Oh god, weight gain is the devil and I feel horrible right now” and kind of fell in love with it. I enjoyed pushing myself, talking about what I’d done that day at the gym and definitely wanted to go three or four times a week. Now I’m lucky if I make it twice a week.
I’ve realised that putting on my gym clothes in the morning doesn’t actually inspire me to go to the gym earlier. It just gives me comfortable clothes to laze around in and feel guilty because I’m not at the place that I should be in this gear. But on the other hand, it’s so damn comfy it’s just like staying in my pyjamas.
I don’t really want to keep going – my gym is cheap, and that’s totally great but it’s also underground and smells horrendous every time I walk in the door. And, you know, I don’t really love having to climb a mountain of stairs when my legs already feel like jelly after my work out.
In my time there, I have figured out the highest calorie burning routine. I’m not sure whether to be proud of that or not. Even so, it’s not lighting me on fire any more. My favourite exercises will probably always be walking and yoga (sounding like the hippy dippy that I am), and my gym doesn’t offer a good yoga class. I’ve started doing some at home which is totally another justification in my head that I don’t need to go and sweat it out on the cross trainer today because I’ve already done some exercise!
All of the above said, I’m still not quitting my gym yet. There are still 115 days until my wedding and I’m not quitting until then. Yes that means that I’m totally buying into the awful “must lose weight bride” thing, and I’m not proud of that. On the other hand, I know that I’m doing this and exercising helps me keep a handle on the insecurities.