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I'M PUTTING DOWN THE CAKE....NOW!!!
Wednesday, 14 October 2009
AND HEADING DOWN THE GYM!!!
That's Gotta Hurt
Thursday, 16 April 2009
SEE!!! This is living proof that exercise is BAD....
Fighting fit
Wednesday, 21 January 2009
Up until I was pregnant with Aaron, I used to go kick boxing; I really enjoyed it as a way to keep fit. And it was great for relieving stress…or what I thought was stress! When I look back now at the things that stressed me out when I was 15/16/17, I realise I may have been a tad dramatic about things.
Mostly, I do stick to Yoga, but I’ve gone back to kick boxing several times over the years, and seeing as life is a little stressful at the moment, especially what with the test results e.t.c. I thought I’d give it another go. I joined a gym quite a 
while ago, and am sorry to say, I do not take full advantage of that membership. I don’t get there every day, even every week; there are days when the only exercise I get is from going back and forth from the fridge, or from lifting large bars of chocolate to my mouth. But hey, its all exercise right!!!
The gym has a punch bag, so I dug out a track suit and gloves from the back of my closet and headed out. I bypassed the running machines (I’m too clumsy, I fall off them), bypassed the gym balls (I’m too clumsy, I fall off them), ignored the rowing machine (I’m too clumsy, hit myself in the jaw with the handle) and went over to the punch bag like a woman on a mission.
One thing I realised is, that the same way we are advised not to go to do the grocery shopping while we are really hungry to avoid buying your body weight in chocolate; you shouldn’t go to the gym while you’re angry. I got a tad carried away and literally beat the crap out of the punch bag. I think a few people were concerned. Maybe because I was muttering and swearing under my breath… And I think I heard a couple of people deciding whether or not to call a psychiatrist, failing that an exorcist!
The good news is, I got rid of a lot of pent up anger and frustration…the bad news is, I can barely move. Like I say, I overdid it just a smidge, my arms are killing me, they shake should I so much as try to lift a cup of tea to my lips. And climbing the stairs, forget it; I had to go up on all fours.
But I’m ready to fight another day…bring it on…okay, so I may still be getting a little carried away!
Take care
Sal xxx
