Yeah. About that...
In the past year or so, I've been going to the gym less and sitting around the house more. Why? Because the gym's been dicking around with the group fitness timetable, moving classes around. Because instructors have been injured for extended periods and so they've replaced the classes I love with classes I can't stand or without any sense of certainty that the class will be on. Because MyFitnessPal was too hard to do while travelling and when I got home, I couldn't get back into the habit of using it. Because it's raining/I have cramps/I slept funny and my hip hurts/it's too hot/all my socks are in the wash.
Because of crappy excuses, basically .
That 5 kilos I lost in 2013? I've gained it all back, plus an extra 4 kilos. I haven't weighed this much since 2007. And now that the gym's cancelled Body Combat because apparently I was one of about 10 people who a) loved it and b) was able to attend a class at 4.30pm on a Tuesday, my motivation to go to the gym is even more non-existent.
Tracking my calories just made me feel guilty about everything I ate, and without the motivation to go to the gym, things were never going to change.
So I decided to take the plunge and sign up for the 12 Week Body Transformation Challenge.
Starting on Monday, I'll be doing an hour of exercise every weekday, doing a 1000 calorie work out on Saturdays, and eating to a carefully calculated menu plan formulated by Not Me, and which is therefore sadly lacking in my two favourite food groups: cheese and chocolate.
So for the next 12 weeks, my schedule will look like this:
Friday: Stretch class
Saturday: BURN ALL THE CALORIES
Sunday: Cry and cover entire body in Dencorub.
And you can bet your bottom dollar that I'll be crying on my birthday, which falls on a Saturday this year.
One of the pre-season tasks that we're supposed to do is tell everyone we know that we're doing the challenge so that we're accountable and people can be supportive blah blah blah. So this is me, shouting it from the rooftops to the internet: I'm doing the 12WBT. I'm terrified. But I'm doing it. And frankly, I'm pretty excited to get started. But, you know, in a terrified sort of a way...
In short, if you see me posting pictures of chocolate or cake or one of the many delicious forms of deep fried potato in the next three months, just go ahead and send me this gif as a reminder to get back on track:
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to make a bunch of motivational playlists.