You may remember that for several months I followed the 5:2 diet. It worked for me. Losing over a stone (over 6 kg) I felt better about myself, had more energy, clearer skin, smaller waist. It wasn’t only the diet of course, I was walking three or four miles at a time and swimming regularly. Without so many bulges to manoeuver, my yoga practice improved no end. I slept better, and apparently my snoring stopped (I still dispute this – I don’t snore, I just breath a bit heavily). I flounced about with more confidence. It was great.
Until we went on holiday.
Oh yes, the bikini came out. I know bikini’s on a sixty odd year old woman is unseemly, but believe me, this sixty something rocked it. No bingo wings to worry about when wearing skimpy cotton summer frocks. Swanning about in sarongs. Eating.
Oh yeah, the eating. We were in India. I love Indian food. What can I say?
It wouldn’t have been so bad, if we hadn’t spent the time we weren’t eating lying about in the sun, relaxing, chillin’, exerting no energy whatsoever. At all. Consequently the pounds piled on.
Of course, when we got home my tubbier tanned body wasn’t up to doing much exercise. I found excuses. I couldn’t do so much walking because I’ve been suffering with plantar faciitis (still am, but getting better with the help of steroid injections), I’d got fed up with the weekly battle for parking, and the grim facilities of the local leisure centre – not quite the same as the infinity pool in Kerala. Even yoga got to be a bit more of an effort.
Then it was the food fest of Christmas.
Things have been going downhill ever since. I’ve put the weight back on. Energy levels are low to non-existent. I’m not sleeping so well. The baggy belly is back.
So…. I’m tentatively back on the 5:2, but I still can’t walk the long distances I could, and I still don’t care for swimming at the leisure centre. So I’ve been considering joining the local gym.
There are one or two problems with this option though.
- It costs money – lots of money
- Other people, fit people, will be there
- It takes a biggish time commitment to be worth joining
- You have to commit for a whole year, yes, a WHOLE YEAR, and pay up front
I used to belong to a gym, when the kids were at school. It didn’t have a pool, but I’d go and use the equipment a couple of times a week, doing less and less on the murderous machines that I didn’t like, and more and more on the things you can sit down on. I actually quite enjoyed it, but at the time I didn’t need to lose weight, I was more focussed on toning up a bit (this was before my yoga days).
The gym I’m thinking of now, is swish, like, really swish. It has a beautiful pool, sauna, steam rooms, Jacuzzi, fitness suites, lots of classes…oh and a café so that you can have a nice hot chocolate with marshmallows after your workout. It is so very tempting…
Whilst a big chunk of me wants to join, believing it is my key to becoming svelte and energetic again, there is a growing niggle that I shouldn’t need to join a gym to keep fit. I should be able to run about in the fresh air, garden more, yoga more, dance more…eat less. This little voice keeps telling me that I am very privileged to be able to afford to eat more than I need to keep me going each day. I should be thankful that I am healthy if chubby, rather than skinny and sickly, and that I can afford to even contemplate joining an exorbitantly overpriced gym full of narcissists. It is whispering that I should be content with who I am, be less vain, embrace old age with it’s niggly aches and pains and penchant for daytime naps. Enjoy the fact that a bit of padding fills out the wrinkles. After all, I’m not actually overweight for my build, by BMI standards, I am apparently at a healthy weight for my height and age.
So I am torn. I know I would feel better about myself if I was fitter, slimmer, but I’m not sure I can do it on my own, or even whether I should want to.
Oh, but how I would love to wallow in that fancy Jacuzzi a couple of times a week… oops, sorry, I mean swim, and run, and lift, and stretch, and…
ooh now I’ve thought about it, I need a hot chocolate and a lay down!
I’d definitely go with not spending the money, eating less, and walking more. It kind of makes me mad that someone is capitalizing on good health instead of encouraging each person to take responsibility for him/herself. I am not a fan of capitalism, myself.
Yes, it’s a bit of a moral argument going on in my head!
I also followed and lost weight on the 5:2 diet. I was at the point of maintaining on 6:1 when we started to do some traveling. It was so hard to fast on vacation so I didn’t. Yikes, now it’s back to 5:2 for awhile until I get back to the weight I want. Good luck to you too!
Good luck to you too! I started suffering headaches towards the end of fast days which was a bit of-putting, but I’m going to give it another go. It worked for my husband too, though he too has faltered 😦