It is almost a year since Andy set to on a pretty impressive trail blaze of a weight loss adventure, and I tagged along in a full-hearted attempted to support him (not literally, you understand - I don't think my feeble girly arms could have managed it back in those heady days of 20 stones plus) but, as it transpired, a half-hearted attempt to keep counting those calories and stand BACK from the cake.
Still, as we approach the anniversary year (5 days to go!) I HAVE at least managed to sustain the meagre-by-comparison 21lbs I did shift which is something I have never managed to do in my life before. So that's maybe something to toot a small trumpet at.
However, I still believe I could do with shifting another 21lbs. Possibly 28. Which will take me to the very top of my 'ideal' weight range. (You need to know that at this point I am scribing some ENORMOUS quotation marks in the air. It is all part of my new aerobics routine.)
And I also need to start an earnest battle against the effects of gravity. For having adopted my mother's sage advice that the best way to seem younger in the face is to take off your specs before you look in a mirror, I cannot say the same technique is effective for combatting the downward trend of the rest of my body. Well, not exactly 'the rest' of my body (more aerobic quotation scribing there - did you notice?) as my buttocks seem quite perky still. That could be down to the walking I've been doing quite a lot of recently. But other bits that don't get much a work out when walking i.e everything above waist level, seems to be struggling. And to that end, and also the ONLY advice I shall EVER take from The Guardian newspaper, I have purchased this...
...which looks like this once you've wrestled your way through the very determined packaging...
Basically, it is a transparent tube containing a deceptively heavy ball, given its wee size. And you hold the tube and spin the ball and keep it spinning whilst moving your arms into various tortuous positions which wouldn't normally be tortuous if you weren't trying to keep a heavy ball spinning in a transparent tube. It's flippin' hard work, I can tell you! BUT the work-out promised AMAZING results on just 6 minutes a day. And for that, I am very willing to give it a shot. Or a spin.
As you can imagine, Flora Bijou Mybug is thrilled with this new piece of kit! A ball spinning at speed round and around inside a transparent tube - what's not to like!? Actually, you can buy a cat exercise toy which works on a similar premise. Except it has flashing lights. And the cat is not required to cat-handle it. Mostly, I suspect, because they do not have opposable thumbs.
And I have also got these...
The Powerspin I bought on Saturday. The Rosemary Conley Workout DVD (box set of 3 - £5.99 - bargain!) I bought in October 2013. Yes, yes - that's what I said - 'October 2013.' (This aerobic quotation scribing is making my biceps burn. Can I stop now?)
It has taken me over a year and a half to wrestle them from their cellophane but this morning I leapt from bed at 6 a.m full vim, verve and determination, and shouted, 'Right, Rosemary Conley! You and me, living room - NOW!'
Actually, I got up, fed the cats, fed the hens, changed the litter trays and finished a particularly fine novel I've been reading, and THEN I did the Ultimate Whole Body Workout AND THEN I did the Powerspin Workout and by half past eight I was dripping with sweat, had inadvertently kicked Flora twice because she thought it would be a good idea to join in and didn't appreciate the amount of flailing that my efforts would incur, and was ready for a shower, hairwash and breakfast. (Banana, strawberries,pumpkin seeds, sunflower seeds and cinnamon - aren't I good!!???)
And thus begins my anti-gravity busting programme. I have chosen to do this NOW because a) it is half term and I have time to spend faffing about doing this stuff b) my work hours are dropping by a third for the next 7 weeks so I shall have time to spend faffing about doing this stuff and c) there will then be 6 weeks of school summer holidays when I shall have time to spend faffing about doing this stuff.
Three months, basically, to get my backside in gear and establish a new fitness habit. It might happen. It might not. Who knows? Watch this space. No, not THAT space...THIS space.