We’ve all been there. The mince pies, the cheese, the alcohol. The parties, the family gatherings, the other commitments. The last thing we think about Christmas is eating healthily and exercising. It was almost 1 whole month I went without doing any form of substantial exercise and I was feeling the effects. I was incredibly sluggish, I had no energy, not to mention feeling the pinch round the waist band.
Instead of feeling that pumped ‘let me at it’ vibe that so often comes with the arrival of a new calendar year, I was dreading getting back in the gym. I knew that any degree of fitness I’d developed since investing in gym membership would have disappeared as quickly as my Christmas dinner had. So I put it off. I told myself all kinds of excuses. I’d been ill and therefore didn’t want to put back my recovery. That the “New Year’s Resolutions Crew” would be in the gym inhibiting me from using the equipment I wanted. I really need a new pair of trainers before going. Blah, blah, blah.
I know with me that my physical well being runs very much in parallel with my mental well being. My head was the thing holding me back rather than my body. So on Monday I mustered all the will power I could find and marched my butt to the gym.
Yes, my fitness was not what it was the beginning of December but it was nowhere near as bad as what I had expected and an hour later and 500 calories burned, I found that fantastic muscle awareness and clear headed feeling that had been forgotten amongst the festive fun. I’ve now been to the gym twice and I’m rediscovering the progress I’d made before the holidays and appreciating how much more alert, active and generally good I feel now that I’m moving again.
I will progress after my first week to creating myself a proper workout plan as their are some concrete fitness goals I want to achieve this year but that’s for another post.
I’m just glad I’ve managed to get my gym mo jo back and hopefully this will be the beginning of a healthy and happy 2015.