Righto then. In attempt to keep myself accountable I hereby declare my intention this week to go an RPM class. On Friday. At 5.15pm. These classes are mega popular so I’ve booked in, there’s really no excuse.
Arrrrrrgh! Arrrrrrrrgh! Arrrrrrrrrrgh!
I did one Spinning class approximately two years ago, when I first moved to Scotland. And I hated it! It was like someone was assaulting my nether regions with a sledgehammer. The bike seats were not forgiving. Then I walked like a crippled cowboy for the next three days. Needless to say I never went back. But now I need to find a low impact exercise and swimming is not my forte and I bored of pedalling away or elliptical-ling away in the stinky gym. Not only is it dull as dog shit but I don’t get the same level of knackeredness. I keep seeing people post-RPM looking red-faced and sweaty so I need to get me some of tha action. Plus I like an instructor to boss me around.
But crikey, I really don’t wanna go. I feel so nervous about it that I want to spew, and it’s only Wednesday afternoon.
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A wee gain of 0.2kg this week. I have learned enough about my fluctuating weight patterns not to freak out about it. It always seems to go: wee gain, wee gain, MEGA LOSS or similiar, so I find it better to look back over a four-week period and see how I went. Onward and downward, groovy people.
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I got my knickers in a twist about some of the smug, classist comments accompanying this recent Skinny Daily Post which basically posed the question, "Do Americans need to be loaded in order to be healthy?".
I was all set to sprout off about it but Magnificent Meg has already done so brilliantly. In case you haven’t noticed Meg is my Blogcrush Du Jour. It’s a totally platonic thing, Meg, so don’t worry – I am not boiling bunnies (lean, trimmed of fat) on the stove! She is just one feisty and articulate chick and if you’re not reading her yet then get your ass over there.
Anyway, there’s similar issues here in Britain. From what I have observed in Scotland it is far, far cheaper to by poorer-quality food. You can rock on down to Iceland or Farmfoods, purveyors of all things frozen, and buy bags of chips and fatty lasagnas and dodgy "burgers" and megabuckets of icecream for just £1 or £2. Or you can go to the chippie and have chips and a deep fried black pudding for a couple of quid.
Yet venture into the supermarket and it is bloody pricey. My sister and I basically bought the same sorta groceries each week as we did in Oz, and it was around 1.5 to 2 times more expensive. This while both working two jobs that paid just a pound or two above minimum wage. It took months and months of hard graft to figure out how to forge a healthy lifestyle in our adopted country.
Now I am not comparing our plight to low income families. Please do not get me wrong. We worked two jobs so we could afford luxuries like travel and going to the gym, and of course we didn’t have kiddies. However, the experience really shocked us as to how expensive it was to be healthier. I couldn’t imagine how it must be for those with genuine low incomes plus a tribe of kidlets. Especially in the depths of the dark and shithouse Scottish winter. I consider myself to be educated about food and nutrition, but in miserable February I often struggled to ignore the siren song of convenience food! So I dunno how someone juggling jobs and kids manages to come home and find the energy make something healthy.
So some of those comments really got on my goat. Especially the implication that these po’ people just ain’t trying hard enough. A higher income gives you, as Meg says, "a bad-ass safety net" when it comes to losing weight. You can afford more tools to help in the lard busting process. I made room for a £35 Enell sports bra to squish my gelatinous boobs down, I juggled expenses to afford a fancy gym and running shoes. I have a cruisy job that allows me to research health and nutrition ideas.
This was especially important at the beginning, being morbidly obese and scared shitless – I could afford to have my hand held. Weight Watchers classes, personal fitness assessments at the gym, healthy cookbooks, etc etc. Yes, there’s no reason why you can’t lose a tonne of weight without forking out megabucks. HOWEVER when you’re starting out and it’s overwhelming and confusing and really fucking exhausting it sure is nice to have advice and guidance.
I dunno what the answers are here. I am not saying a healthier lifestyle is beyond the reach of some sectors of society – I am just saying, try and put yourself in someone else’s shoes for a bit.
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Behold the wonder of Zara! She just kicked arse in her first 5k race. She too loathed running but came to like it. Huzzah!
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I had the most freaky week last week, folks. Unfortunately I can’t tell you about it for a wee while but it was simultaneously exciting and crazy and traumatic and soul-destroying. And mega busy! So I still haven’t taken those bloody photos. Next time, Gadget. Next time!