Fit as ...

Heyyy people, remember a few posts back I mentioned that awful word ... weight?  And bravely told you that I'd put on six (gulp) kilos?  Well it got me thinking pretty seriously about what might happen if I didn't do something about it.  Yeah I sort of started dieting, which to be honest I thought I was doing anyway, it's a daily thing, being female it goes with the territory - we're always telling ourselves 'don't eat that!', and 'oh look a nice piece of lettuce, yum'.  Oh you know how it is!

For those that talk in pounds and ounces I have put on close to 14 lbs, which is one stone.  I don't think I'm that bad, I was 60kgs when I got married and am 66 kgs now.  Three years it took me to put that on.  A bit scary.  And it is purely because I actually eat these days. 

When first married I just never ate much, never anything of an evening.  But hubby decided I should have an evening meal.  Well I didnt like it much but he wanted me to be healthy, eat my vegies and all that.  Now don't get me wrong, I'm not blaming my hubby, heaven knows I could have said no, and I really struggled to eat at night to start with.  I wanted to be a good little wife though, and it didn't seem like it would hurt anybody.  So I persisted, and now I am actually hungry of an evening.  But I feel heavy lately, and my clothes are getting ridiculously tight, one pair of jeans I simply can't wear any more.  So I'd better be doing something fair dinkum about this I tell myself.  (Oh, a translation of fair dinkum is available, just leave a comment and ask me if it's totally foreign to you!)

Now I can't walk as well as I used to, a quick jaunt down to the corner and back, and that'd about do me these days.  I still manage to toddle round the shops quite well, I sit down wherever I find a bench to sit on though, but generally I'm strong enough to get out and about.  But as an exercise regime, nah, it's just not going to work.

So apart from a weight-loss endeavour, I want to get some strength back.  Honest, I wish so much to be able to walk for hours like I used to.  (Everybody say awww).  Now laugh, I'm doing ok really!

So.

I put my thinking cap on, explored all sorts of fitness equipment.  Trying to find something that I could use easily, in my home, and something that I might actually keep using for more than a week or so.  And lo and behold, I discovered the cross-trainer.  Now that looks easy, just like walking, hold on to the bars, put your feet on the wotsits and back and forth you go.  But cross-trainers are expensive.

Next stop ebay!  And I found one!  Hardly used, reputable brand (I did my research!), and cheap as chips.  Bid on it and won!  The chap that sold it was so keen to get rid of it, his wife bought it and only used it for a month so it's been sitting in their garage - that he delivered it to me this morning.

Six minutes I've done on it.  One minute for each kilo I guess (haha).  And it is quite easy, I may do this every day!  Dear Lord, I hope it actually works?!

I'll let you know how it goes, as long as I don't break any bones or anything worse (errr yeah when I'd finished my marvellous six minutes, I managed to step off on the wrong side, let's just say it was an unfortunate decision... ) - so all being well I'll live to finish this tale!