Tales of a reluctant slimmer Blog
IS there still time? Can I impress the team selectors enough between now and next year to add my name to the list of athletes representing GB in the 2012 Olympics?
I'm not fussy; I'll fit in where necessary. I'd just as happily swim in synchronicity with a peg on my nose and mascara on my lashes as snatch, clean and jerk** with the weightlifters.
Which brings us to the heart of the matter. My weight. OK, it's not so much of a problem that, should I ever need hospitalisation, the NHS would have to roll out a bariatric ambulance for me but it's enough of a concern that, as I approach both a BIG birthday and the sound of wedding bells next year, I'd like to shift some of it before it settles around me quite comfortably for ever. And even more than the desired fat loss is the ambitious hope of creating a fitter, stronger me - one who can skip lightly up and down the stairs without a twinge in the knee joint or a gasp of the lungs.
But none of this is ever going to happen by magic and, though I may not relish the prospect, it is why I've decided to spend the next month working out with a personal fitness trainer.
Ha! It trips so lightly off the tongue - 'working out with a personal fitness trainer'; the reality comes as a bit of a shock to the old system.
For more from Judy check out her blog here...
**The snatch and the clean and jerk are two different kinds of weight lifting moves.
