Exercise is mean! That’s right, I said it. The machines at the gym are big and scary and half the time I don’t really know what they do. Personal Trainers like Jillian Michaels are genuinely petrifying and once you’ve finished your work out you feel like you just survived passing through the seventh circle of hell and spend the following two days walking around like something out of Thriller.
To me, the hardest thing about exercise is that the benefits aren’t immediately obvious. For example, if I buy a chocolate bar and eat it, I immediately enjoy the taste. The same goes with shoes, if I buy and wear a new pair of shoes I immediately feel confident, fashionable and may even get a few ego boosting compliments.
The problem with exercise is that it does not work on these same principles. If I walked into the gym looking like Kirsty Alley and walked back out looking like Miranda Kerr I can guarantee you I would be there every day all day. I may in fact quit my job and dedicate my days to being good-looking and walking around London in my swimwear.
But no, that isn’t what happens. The harsh reality of exercise is that I walk in there looking like me and walk out smelling and looking like a sweaty, panda-eyed, red-faced version of me.
My problem is that I need to see results fast or I’ll quit. I’m a quitter! I am such a serial quitter that I have, on occasion, thought about not eating at all for the rest of the weekend then immediately gotten hungry, quit my starvation attempt and eaten some form of cheese covered complex-carbohydrate.
In saying all of this, I have stuck to an exercise regime before and made it work. It is one of those annoying things that you really do have to commit and then stick to without cheating in order to see the results. But when you do, it is definitely worth it.
The only real way to get these amazing results is diet and exercise. What’s difficult about that is trying to maintain a normal social life while sticking to your new-found routine.
Who really has the time to go to work all day then go to the gym and still go out for dinner afterwards and make a healthy choice at a restaurant? Not me! Honestly, are you really going to turn down Tapas and 2 for 1 cocktails with the girls to go bust your hump on the rower? I didn’t think so.
I tend to find I’m either at one extreme or the other: A) in a self-imposed exile avoiding any temptation in the form of friends and flavoursome food or B) face first in a bowlful of nacho’s at my local pub, pint in hand.
Living abroad does not make finding a good balance any easier. I know I’m not going to be living in London forever, so naturally I don’t want to miss out on doing anything fun or trying anything new. But at the same time I don’t exactly want to get larger and larger until I’m that person, paying for two plane seats and having Matt wheel me out of the airport on a luggage trolley to my awaiting, and now horrified, friends and family.
While I wish I had the answer to this problem, I really don’t. I’m hoping that over the next few months I’ll be able to find a balance between the Elliptical Trainer and the stunning Sunday pub lunch at our local. If you have any ideas or suggestions on finding a good balance, let me know! In the meantime, check back in to littlegreybox and I’ll keep you updated on how I’m progressing in finding my balance.
If you don’t hear from me, I’ve gone to Poland to get liposuction.