I hate exercise. Oh, don’t look at me like that. I know some of you must be thinking the same thing.
It’s not that I think exercise is stupid or pointless – far from it, in fact – I just really, really don’t enjoy it. Never have done, and I’ve been lucky enough to never really need to do it either. I’m naturally tall and slim, and throughout my teenage years I always hovered around the size ten mark and was happy to do so. I turned twenty-two recently, though, and I realised something. Four years of student life, along with a love of baking, my favourite pastimes being reading or sitting down writing on my laptop, and living with a man who has been medically advised to eat upwards of four thousand calories a day, have all taken their toll on my figure. I’ve discovered that being a size ten might not be something I can take for granted anymore.
Now, before I continue, I want to make it clear that I think there is nothing wrong with being bigger than a size 10. If that’s the way you want to be, and you’re happy and healthy with it, then fair play to you. This article is referring to a personal preference of mine – it’s how I feel about myself, not a judgement on anybody else.
There are several ways in which I could change my lifestyle in order to be healthier, one of the main ones for me being eating enough to satisfy my appetite rather than everyone else’s. I’ve learnt the hard way that stuffing myself to keep up with everybody else just makes me feel bad. Obviously, there’s also keeping an eye on what I’m eating too, and another idea that my fiancé and I have recently started; I do the baking, he eats the spoils. That way I get to practise and keep my blog going, and he gets to follow the doctor’s orders.
But enough about our eating habits – clearly, the main thing for me was going to be exercise. It’s all very well eating healthily and avoiding treats, but if you’re still taking in more calories than you burn, it doesn’t get you anywhere. The trouble was, I couldn’t find anything I wanted to do. Every option I considered felt like I’d hate it so much I’d give up after a fortnight.
Then it clicked. Motivation. I lacked motivation. Despite my desire to get fit and be healthier, my brain was still trying to convince me that I’d be a size ten for the rest of my life, no hassle. My brain was lying. I’d spent so long just assuming that I’d stay the same shape forever that actually having to work at it had come as a bit of a shock.
I realise that making that assumption in the first place was pretty stupid. I’ve been stuck for so long in the same mindset of it doesn’t matter that I don’t like exercise, because I don’t need to do exercise. We all do it. You get into these habits, of having a daily routine that never changes but could be detrimental to you, and it isn’t until you take a proper look at yourself one day, way down the line, that the wake-up call suddenly bursts in and smacks you round the face.
But now I have an incentive. I have motivation, baby! I’ve been making plans with friends to go to MCM Comic Con in London in just over a month – cosplay is a passion of mine, and I’ve been trying to think of a few ideas for costumes. Most of these seem to involve unitards in various clinging, shiny materials, and so I’ve decided that I want to look my best. Trim down, tone up, and feel as comfortable and confident as possible. With that in mind, I went looking for a workout that was A) cheap, B) easy to get to, and C) something I could keep going with. Then I found the Wonder Woman workout, which involves
10 planks with rotations
20 deep lunges
A 40 second elbow plank
20 sitting cross punches
none of which I do very often. However, my best friend and I have agreed to do this every day, starting from tomorrow. We will encourage each other by the medium of Facebook chat badgering.
I will say it now: I am not trying to become super-skinny. I want to be a good weight for my height (5’9”, if you’re interested), without all my bones showing. I would quite like a flat stomach and thighs that don’t wobble too much when I walk, but that’s it. I am not aiming for size zero – I’d rather be a superhero!