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And that’s where we are now…

explosionSo many things happened and so little time to give you the run down. To cut the story short, I gave the gym fair run for several months but it just wasn’t up my street. Over all it was a good experience, but I don’t think it was totally suited my physic. The walk on treadmill was fine, most of the weights were fine, but if you put someone of my size on the bike and tell them ‘go as fast as you can’, you will ultimately end up with sweaty misshapen blob bobbing up and down on a tiny bike. And once belly gets in the way of your peddling, then no matter what supper sports bra you have, you just end up with boobs all over the place. And of course it doesn’t really help when people kept obviously staring at you during all this. As if they didn’t have anything better to do. No need to mention, that when you hit the gym in same time pattern, you see the same people staring and that just gets quite creepy.

And so I gave up.

Towards the end of last year, I started to do more walks outside and a bit of yoga. Basically, trying just to move my body bit more with exercise that is more suited to my body frame at the moment. And as I want to shift some pounds so I can do more exercise, I decided to do some juicing. Actually, the idea came after watching the document called Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead and if the trucker can do it, so can I! And so for the past few days I have eased my way into this by drinking bit of juice and having a little bite to eat, but from tomorrow (well, technically already today…) I am doing full on juicing/smoothies. I hope to get at least 10 days behind my belt, 2 weeks would be good, but ultimately a full month is the goal. I will see how I feel after the few days.

I also try to make short posts every day so you know what yummy juices I indulge and how I feel. For me, this is not about being on a diet, it is more of a life style change.

Are you turning your life around? Fancy a support buddy? Then get in touch.

Renny x

Hmm, September…

It all started rather well – I signed away my body and soul to the local gym (for random experiments) and booked my Full body MOT session and Induction session. In other words, I didn’t fancy going to the GP to tell me that I can exercise (I just don’t like doctors…) so I opted for the ‘easier’ check up offered by the gym (hence the MOT).  So I apprehensively stepped into the gym, got changed and was waiting for the personal trainer. If only did I know what is about to happen… First, there was a slight confusion who am I supposed to do the MOT with (and yes, I slightly fuelled the confusion 🙂 ), then once seated in a small room with a very lovely girl it turned out that the computer doesn’t want to cooperate. As you can see, everything run smoothly like a well oiled machine :D.

Finally even the computer started working and we were off the starting blocks – weight, hight, waist and hip circumference, blood test for sugar and cholesterol and then we hit the screeching halt – blood pressure. No matter what we tried, there was no way we could get the sleeve on my arm! Embarrassing? Totally!!! I wished the ground would open and swallow me whole! Or I just self combust, both options were more than acceptable. Unfortunately neither of the options happened and at one point I was on the verge of crying. Luckily I stopped that and we agreed that the middle-sized sleeve is a no go.

After all this, when I desperately tried to turn this into a joke, I was offered to take few tests but only if I fancy doing them. Well, at that point, I thought it can’t get any worse so I might as well go and bite the bullet. I knew I have no stamina to talk about, limited flexibility (belly kind of get in your way a lot) and muscles that aren’t used to exercise – so basically starting from zero. I didn’t need to convince anyone else about it but I thought I might as well put it out there so we all are clear that there is nothing we can build on. We are just starting from scratch!

Flexibility test turned out the best out of the bunch – I could almost touch my feet. Can’t breath at the same time, but hey, who said that this test was about multitasking! 😀

Squats test – the aim is to do as many squats in 60 seconds as you can do. What can I say, it put a smile on my face. And no, it wasn’t because I am a superwoman and excel at squats, what made me smile was the time limit. It just made no difference to me. I also got offered whether I want to do full squats or half (girly) squats. At that point I thought that either I am in a comedy club or the lovely girl across me totally failed to see me in 3D. As you can guess I opted for the half squats. I got ready, hoping that this will be quickly over and that I manage one decent squat. So when I was offered a test run, I politely declined – not going to waste any remains of muscles I might have on a test run! When I heard ‘go’, I slowly lowered myself to the ground and after a strenuous try my hands gave up, there was a slight thud when I hit the floor and I realised that there is no way I am going to accomplish the second half of the squat. ‘Shall we put 1/2 of the squat on the assessment paper?’ the trainer asked. Still on the ground, I looked up, bless the girl, she was really nice, but at that point my shame just reached the sky (and my dignity left me high and dry) and there was literally nothing to lose anymore. So I replied, ‘I can’t really take credit for the gravity as that was more or less a free fall! Let’s be honest and put zero there.’

The last test was walking four laps on treadmill (after one train lap aimed for heating up) – 1600 metres. This test was meaningful only if I were able to find my pulse and count the beats after the exercise. I was meant to alternate quick and slower parts to get some good reading. Anyways, to cut long story short, 20 minutes later I finished the four laps panting, sweating and with more or less beetroot face. No need to say that I wasn’t able to find my pulse because I think my whole body was pulsating. So we gave up on getting any reading from that and that finally concluded the MOT. There were few bits that we weren’t able to do as one test machine wasn’t working so we will revisit those next time. I finally got to the changing room and was glad that this was over.

Next time – the Induction session – hey, what can go wrong there 😀

Renny x

That’s that and what now?


As you can see, my determination to lose weight the two and half years ago wilted down just about as fast as my determination to write my first blog… Not a great start, eh? Now that I am revisiting my goals, aims and aspirations it just seemed more fitting to start fresh – new name, new blog and new fire in my belly. In another words – LET’S GET CRACKING AND NO SLACKING!!! Well, that is kind off the ‘ideal world’ scenario, the past few months in real world looked more like this…


My brother has been cycling to work for about two years now, but few months ago he decided to shift some bulk and properly trim down. Yep, you can cycle every day and still be big and bulky. Recently joined gym and got really dedicated. To cut long story short, so far he managed to lose between five and six stones. Impressive if you ask me. So now that I saw that this is possible I started toying with the idea in my head that actually I want that as well! Once you decide what to do, it is pretty much straight forward to go and subscribe to the gym and get started. Said that, I had my concerns, I am a big girl, I didn’t want to injure myself or over/under do it and I knew that I will need some support for this to work. Hence I started searching for a gym and found one that offers an hour session with a personal trainer every six weeks for free. That way, I will have my training plan updated regularly and my progress will be monitored. This just ticked all the boxes. All was ready, I was buzzing, the only problem was that I knew that from mid July until the mid August I will not have time to do anything (yep I went Olympic mad…) and why would you pay for something you wouldn’t use? So, the plan was postponed till after Olympics.


Olympics came and went and so did my money… Surprisingly it turned out that you can’t sign gym membership just with a gleaming smile and without parting with some hard-earned cash… and so after the payday I stepped into the gym to sign that I will regularly (and willingly) part with blood, sweat, tears, flab and money until a new and improved me walks out of the doors at some point in the future. And where would be the best place to start than a full body check up and assessment to know where we are at, which brings us to September. More about how it went in my next post 😉

Renny x


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