Don’t get me wrong, I know I’m not ‘obese’, but neither am I ‘fit’.
We can be big or small, size doesn’t matter, you can still be unhealthy.
I get out of breath just walking up the stairs, and although I could blame that on years of living in bungalows and ground floor flats, I think that deep down I’ve always known the real reason.
It’s not that I don’t like sports or working out, but I have this thing where I get all flustered and embarrassed when doing anything out of my comfort zone.
I would love to be able to just go to the gym like some of my friends do, but the thought of getting all red in the face and sweaty in front of strangers (or even worse, someone I know) makes me want to vomit. Like actually vomit. Or pass out. I’m undecided…
My mum has pictures of me participating in sports days at primary school and I look like I’m having fun; it’s a shame I don’t remember it!
What I do remember is doing anything I could to get out of PE once it came to secondary school, I would fake notes from my mum, get actual notes from my mum, and on the odd occasion I couldn’t get out of it I’d stand at the back and chat so much the teacher would make me ‘sit out’ anyway (like that was a punishment!?)
The hilarious thing is when it came to sixth form I actually ended up doing a BTEC in Sport aaaand I got a Distinction!
My friends told me it was an easier option after I dropped French and History and alot of it was theory work and coaching. I somehow managed to miss the dreaded ‘bleep test’ day too, thank god!
Anyway, I promised myself that when I came to Australia I would take the opportunity to get fit. I wanted to be able to take gorgeous photos at the beach without wanting to cry at the sight of my thighs, stomach and bum. I’ve now been in the country for over 3 months and nothing has changed.
But now things are going to be different, for two reasons.
Firstly, this job. Since the kids are back at school and I’m not needed so much as a nanny/housekeeper, I’ve started doing shifts at the depot.
Handling those pressure washing hoses and shovelling mud for 7-8 hours a day is a major workout! I know this because I’ve only done 3 days and I hurt everywhere! My back aches and I can barely lift my arms because of how sore my shoulders are.
I cried at first, told Bailey I couldn’t do it and we’d have to leave and find new jobs, but now I’m taking it as a positive. Now the hurt feels kinda good, I’ve basically done a kick-ass workout and I got paid for it! SCORE! I’m going to treat the next couple of months here as my own personal bootcamp!
Secondly, I’ve started this blog. I’ve always enjoyed writing and I have so many interests and opinions that I just need to get out there! But being out there, on the World Wide Web, makes you accountable. I don’t know who’s reading this (if anyone is reading this,) but the thought that someone might be reading this, is enough to spur me on not to give up! And I’m telling myself, and the world, that I intend to get fit!
Neon Wanderlust is an anagram of my name, Lauren Townsend, so it’s kinda like if I let the blog down, I let myself down!
Tomorrow I’m going to take the first photos of myself in nothing but underwear since, well, ever! (Sports underwear, or maybe a bikini… Definitely nothing raunchy. I would rather die.)
Then everyday after I’m going to take the same photos.
I’m hoping that putting the photos together in some kind of time lapse video (there must be a way to do that?) will show me just how big of a difference the smallest of changes make.
This is just a tiny step right now, I’m lucky to have landed myself a physically demanding job, but I intend to keep stepping it up each week.
I’m going to do this, and I’m going to do it for me! Because I deserve to be a fit and healthy version of myself and hopefully, maybe, someday, be a role model to other people who want to do the same!
Wish me luck!