Tag: fitness
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Trying Not To Be Chair Shaped #11
We got sick sick this week in my household. That dreaded, 48-hour, satan setting off dynamite in your guts bug. It began with the seven-year-old. I found myself scrubbing puke out of the carpets at 4 am, holding back her hair, and rubbing her back over the toilet. Did her vomiting put me off eating?…
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Trying Not To Be Chair Shaped #10
I need help. Writing for a living is causing me to become chair shaped. Short of getting a new job, I’m not entirely sure how to tackle it anymore. So far, I’ve tripled my steps and taken up walking. I also had one cup of green tea yesterday in the hopes that I might start…
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Trying Not To Be Chair Shaped #7
So the school runs have been super helpful in my fitness journey. I’ve tripled my steps in the last two weeks. My legs hurt. Also because of the hectic nature of the three different drop off times, beginning at 7.30 and getting home child-free by 9.15, I’m not eating until around 11ish. That has to…
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Trying Not To Be Chair Shaped #6
Today’s the day! All three children are back to school, this is my chance to truly emerge from the chair and to be able to look after myself at last. My plan was to get outside and start walking or running, invest in some healthy habits in between my working hours. On the other hand,…
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Trying Not To Be Chair Shaped #6
It is almost time to get serious. I promised myself that when the kids go back to school I am going to do the walking thing, maybe even the running thing. Definitely some kind of exercise thing. That gives me two weeks to mentally and emotionally prepare myself for that. Today, I decided to have…
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Trying Not To Be Chair Shaped #5
I don’t believe in conventional diets, you need lasting change not something temporary that deprives you. I still believe in eating treats even while I’m trying not to be chair shaped. So in the interest of moderation, I want to share this win with you. I bought a pack of three donuts last night to…
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Trying Not To Be Chair Shaped #4
Today, I decided to try some alternate exercise. I went on the trampoline with the children. Very nearly wet myself. I’m three children deep, you’d think I’d know a thing or two about incontinence by now, but my pelvic floor seemed to survive thus far. Perhaps it was turning thirty-one that did it. Either way,…