Happy New Year! Seems like last year was a total bust in terms of keeping up with the blog and who knows how much better this year will be. Noemie has begged me to start blogging again as she has really enjoyed going back through the first few years of her life which was documented on the blog. Charlie couldn't care less. If it's not Minecraft related he doesn't want to know.
No one in our family made any resolutions this year. They are kind of pointless to be honest. Making all these rules you expect to follow for the next year, starting on a specific date... too much pressure and totally setting yourself up for failure. Inevitably you "mess up" whatever you planned to do, early in January, and then you feel like you may as well give up as you've messed up already. So really, what's the point right? So this time around, rather than set myself some ridiculous fitness goals like "start running every day until I pass out, starting on January 1", I decided to just pick a random day to start: Dec 20th, 2015. I decided it was time. I had to do something about the scale constantly telling me a higher weight each time I stepped on it (clearly it's faulty). The lack of energy despite the numerous cups of coffee I drank each morning. Clothes shrinking ridiculously in the tumble dryer with each wash. The list of things failing me all around made me realise I had to take charge and do something different. I started running with a friend and it was just the jump start I needed. Less than 2 weeks later, I actually enjoy exercise. I look forward to going out for a run/walk and have to force myself to take rest days so I don't injure myself. I lost 2lbs over Christmas and that's despite the 6 jumbo size yorkshire puddings consumed on Christmas day along with inhaling the entire apple pie Nana always bakes for me in less than 36 hours a few days after Christmas. I won't even detail the other goodies consumed by yours truly. I'm glad I started when I did or else I'd now be feeling sorry for my fat lard butt.
I've taken part in two 5k Park Runs at Fulham Palace with the encouragement of my running guru Annabel. The first was on Boxing day, 6 days after I started running. Let me tell you, it was hard. The first 2 miles I was sure I was going to die. I was ready to drop out before I finished. I wanted a spare set of lungs and wished I was an octopus so my legs could've taken turns carrying me around the park. The last mile I was certain I'd never join in again due to me being sure I'd be dead and all. But I did it. In under 40 minutes (39.34). Lots of walking mixed with running too fast so I couldn't keep up with myself. I know, it'll take time to find my pace and all that blah blah blah. My second park run was yesterday, January 1st, with a unicorn. I ran a lot more of it but my time was slower at 40.01. Clearly need to work on my stride as well as my pace.
Today I went as a volunteer marshall which meant I stood in one area where the runners go past cheering them on and making sure they don't cut the corner. It was F-R-E-E-Z-I-N-G- windy and damp. I must've looked like Tigger with my fluorescent hi vis jacket on, jumping up and down like a lunatic to try and keep warm while shouting "good job! looking good! you're awesome! keep going! nearly done! "woo hoo!" and for Annabel "looking thin!". I love the atmosphere though, everyone is lovely and so encouraging and welcoming.Planning ahead to when I volunteer next, I might invest in a Tigger onesie for whenever I marshall in that corner. Looking forward to my next park run on January 9th. Hopefully I run more and a bit faster and do better than my first time. Last but not least, another good thing to come out of this new fitness routine is I've so far lost 6.5". It's always a good thing to take your measurements as I've found that while the pounds don't melt off as fast as I'd like, the inches often do so that's definitely a motivating thing for me.
In other news, K and I are on a mission to Marie Kondo our house. Yes, I'm using her name as a verb. We know we're not moving house anytime soon but the house we're in is bursting at the seams. N is proving to be quite the hoarder so we've had to set some rules for her about tidying up and getting rid of stuff if she ever hopes to see any new purchases in her life. C isn't so bad but that's because he's totally taken over the tv with his Minecrafting. K is on a total roll and we all have to be careful he doesn't MK us out of the house.