But exercise frightens my lungs...

In a processed food world, office environments and easy access to public transport/cars - it is very easy to not exercise.

I am not exactly addicted to moving. In fact, over the years I have become very good at multi-tasking and collaborating different tasks into one so that I may move the least amount of times possible. When I was 14 I was what the Wii Fitness calculator would have deemed morbidly obese. Had my mother and I not burned these photos and buried the rest deep in a hell fire pit (hard to get access to, but managed) I would have posted one for you to see, but alas...

You see, I metabolise my food at a 42 year old age approximately. This makes it very hard for me to eat crap. If I eat enough late night crap in a week, I am guaranteed despite my 2 gym sessions a week to put on weight. It is a constant battle of the mind more than anything, but exercise really helps to boost it and keep my mood high. Before a session I try and think of a million excuses as to why I shouldn't go, especially if Criminal Minds is on, but in the end I always go. Why? Well because of the following...

Today nearly 10 years on as I did my trainer's 31 days post xmas 'Work off Your Xmas Ham Workout' or as I fondly called it the 'Rape Me with a Ham Workout', I thought about how much I hated the feeling and yet found it a necessity. 

During the 120 squats of death I thought about how I needed to put these 3 hours per week aside and fill it with burning pain because in the end it would give me the glutes of J-Lo and reduce my risk of diabetes.

During the 62 pushups I thought about how without this workout I'd be at home stuffing my face with Tim Tams and weighing about 6kg's more wishing I could get off my lazy ass and do something about it.

During the 100 sit-ups I thought about how much my posture had improved from a stronger core and lower back, that it was helping me whilst sitting at my desk all day staring at Excel spreadsheets.

During the 150 star jumps (that make me look like a frittata) I remembered how much better I felt this year when I put on a swimming cossie at the beach knowing that I had worked really hard to not be ALL cellulite (only partly) and less wobbly.

During the 22 Burpees... well I couldn't think. Burpees don't let you do anything except die from a lack of ability to breathe, but also the one Tim Tam I was allowed to have because I did the burprees.

Point is - exercise has helped me over the years become a better and happier person who values and understands food, health and how important it is to look after oneself. It also helps me look better in clothes which lets face it, is probably my prerogative. 

Me tomorrow.

How I thought I looked at the beach (reality not pictured)

My Buy of the week. Karen Walker Whale Dress Win!