I have been really unhealthy lately. Skipping breakfast (or worse, grabbing a donut from the servo!), missing the gym, not cooking the best food, ordering takeaway and eating out a lot. So the time has come to start turning that around. This is a promise I have made to myself hundreds of times. I’ve signed up to countless online programs, started many food diaries and looked up healthy recipe’s on Pinterest. Last time I successfully lost weight was during the Anytime Fitness 8 week challenge, which I did in the very early stages of my second pregnancy. However, giving birth 6 weeks early, losing my job and life in general has caused me to stress eat and totally lose interest in my own health.
Last week I signed up for another Anytime Fitness challenge. This one goes for 10weeks and I will be doing it with my husband. I’ve started personal training again, twice a week with a friend, and I’m in the process of cleaning up my home gym. I’m the kind of person who needs people to push me when it comes to exercise. I don’t really enjoy going to the gym on my own. Not because I am intimidated by the people there or because I don’t like the environment, I’m just not motivated enough. When I do workout on my own, I never work nearly as hard as when I’m with a trainer or in a class.
My plan. To win the challenge. Why? Because first prize is 12 months free gym membership and $2500. It sounds horrible and isn’t ideal but money is pretty good motivation for me. Since having my daughter I have been really unhappy with the way I look and I don’t just mean my weight. On August 2nd I turned 31 and I think I look older than I am. So I would love a confidence boost. To lose weight, have a little lip filler, maybe a bit of cheeky Botox and my eyebrows tattooed. Yes I’m vein. But at the moment I feel like an old, fat Mum.
I do have another reason. At the young age of 32 my Mum was diagnosed with breast cancer. She endured chemo, radiotherapy and surgery and was eventually given the all clear. But she wasn’t in the clear. The cancer came back. It came back as a tumour on the outside of her oesophagus. For the next 5 years I would watch my Mum, the woman who bought me into the world, have surgery after surgery. Go though chemo again and again. Have more radiotherapy. Start on steroids. Lose her hair. Be horribly ill. Go into hospital, come home, only to go back into hospital. When we received good news, it was always followed by bad news shortly after. It was the most traumatic few years of my life and I wasn’t even the one going through it all. She passed away at 49 years old. She never got to met her 2 biological grandchildren or see her youngest daughter get married.
I don’t want to end up like my Mum, or my Grandmother, who was also diagnosed with breast cancer and passed from non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma. Cancer runs in my family and I want to do everything I can to prevent myself from getting it (a double mastectomy is in my future as is genetic testing).
The challenge starts on August 20th. Hubby and I are having a full body scan after our Sunday morning training. I will be trying to do a weekly blog update with my weight and diet.
Wish me luck!