Fat And Definitely Not Fit

I think I’ve been overweight for most of my life, at least from being a teenager. During secondary school I always remember being a size 14-16 and in the years since that has slowly gone to an 18, then 20 and now 22/24. That last bit of weight and change in dress size seems to have happened over the last 6 months (some of lockdown) and I can definitely feel it.

Although overweight I don’t think I have ever struggled too much with every day things. I don’t know whether it is the latest weight gain or the fact that I’m wearing masks more while I’m out and about but I find myself out of breath more often. It’s times like going shopping or doing the school run and I’ve never had any issues with things like this before.

About a month ago I seemed to wake up one day and wanted to do something about getting fitter, something I have never felt the need to do before. John and I have now been running for about 4-5 weeks and although we are nowhere near doing couch to 5k, we are doing better than when we first started. We do a 5 minute warm up walk, a 30 second run, a 1 minute walk and then repeat so that we do 6 runs.

Part of my issue with running, although I really like going, is that I don’t sweat. That might sound quite strange. I can definitely feel that running is doing something good for me but because I don’t want to push it too much, I don’t really sweat. It makes me feel a little bit like I’m not doing enough.

A few weeks ago I joined a local Booty Burner class with a couple of friends. We started off being two of us and then roped in someone else to come as well. The first class made me feel like I was going to die. I hurt, I ached and I swore a lot, as well as coming out of the class dripping in sweat. But, I felt pretty amazing for powering through what was extremely hard for me and doing everything I was asked to do.

For the next 3 days my legs were in agony and I barely felt like I could go up and down stairs and sitting down to pee was so painful. I didn’t let that stop me though and I’ve been back to that class every week since. Every week the class is hard but I love that I know that I’m working hard and sweating through it.

I might be fat, and I know I’m not fit but I am finally doing something about it. I don’t want to be out of breath walking down the street and I want to be able to run for more than 30 seconds at a time. It’s bloody hard but then if it wasn’t I’m not sure I would be doing it right.

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