Quite ironic that this post comes after my Easter hunt one, but this morning, first thing, I did something I’ve been meaning to do for a while.
I weighed myself.
It wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t particularly good either.
Of course the scales told me what I already knew, that I’d put on quite a few pounds. When something that used to be on the loose side becomes too tight to wear comfortably, it’s hard to ignore. When you run up a hill you used to do repeats on, and once is more than enough, things aren’t good.
However, I feel better now that I know the scale (ha!) of the problem. Admittedly, there were a few more pounds showing on those scales than I had hoped for, but I know exactly why they’ve appeared. I’ve been eating like someone who runs regularly, while my exercise lately has been walking the boys to school and back, with one or maybe two walks of a few miles at weekends. I’ve run maybe once a week or every other week, no more than 3 miles at a time, because weekend early mornings have been commandeered for writing. I’ve got lazy at keeping fit, because I’ve been working quite hard at writing. And I’ve probably been lazier because I’ve lost weight before (3 stone, 4 years ago), and so, well, I’ve sort of assumed I can lose the pounds again. When I get round to it. Let’s hope I’m right.
So now I’m getting round to it. I’ve worked out my BMI (25. something), I’ve worked out a target weight, and instead of the hot cross bun I was looking forward to, I’ve had a banana for breakfast. Hey, small steps.
Today’s a significant day for another reason. I’ve taken the decision to cut my working hours to 4 days a week, and this is the first day off in my new working pattern. I have a big list of things to do, mainly writing-related, but ‘go for a run’ is there too. In fact, it’s the second item. It’s a beautiful day here, so I’m looking forward to it.
Wish me luck.