It's so lovely to see this blog coming back to life. Thank you for all the comments left recently. I know blog commenting isn't as popular these days and yes, I have come to terms with it. Took a while but I got there in the end. I think so many of us have limited time and a lot prefer to communicate on other social media platforms such as Facebook and Twitter. I don't use any other channels to interact as I don't want to go back to spending far too long on the Internet and letting it take over my life. But I know we have to move with the times.
I've been getting acquainted with our local gym recently, and am actually enjoying my trips out there to do a short workout on the exercise bikes and the tredmill. For now, I'm simply building up my stamina and getting fit, rather than trying endlessly to burn calories and ending up not being able to move the next day. Been there, done that, never again. From now on, I'm taking it steady. I've got myself out of shape and I'm terribly unfit so it makes sense to do this sensibly. All these "lose a stone in a month" adverts we see on Facebook are just utter rubbish; and when I read about people popping slimming pills, well, my heart just sinks for them. It's either desperation or stupidity. Can't decide which. Our bodies can only take so much and if we've let ourselves go, like I have, it takes time to build up a level of fitness that we can live comfortably with. Eventually, the gym instructor will devise a fitness plan for me and I'll start on some basic weights to help me tone up. I'm not grossly overweight or anything, but I am starting to resemble the Michelin Man.
There are the usual people there in all their finery, running for Great Britain on the tredmill, hardly breaking into a sweat; the odd fellas pumping iron and doing those stretching exercises as though they're preparing to take on Geoff Capes; and then there's me, a fast walk on the tredmill with a slight incline, earplugs donned, TV on (they have posh machines with TVs built in). Once upon a time I'd have been embarrassed about being there amidst the leotards and muscles, but now I couldn't care less. I'm there for me, not them. I'm there to get fit and remain healthy as I approach mid-forties. And it's something I'm enjoying, too, which is something I never thought I'd say.