One of the things that I love most about this new active lifestyle, is that I get to watch the 'fat programs' on TV (especially after Xmas and Easter when everyone is feeling a little plump) whilst eating (or scoffing) a vanilla slice without feeling the slightest bit of guilt (for some reason when I watch these programs I have an over whelming urge to eat something the 'fatties' are told not to). I'm ashamed to say that I actually feel a little smug. So I'm supposedly obese and really I shouldn't be smug or scoffing that vanilla slice, but the fact is I got my own arse off my ever so comfortable (rented) sofa and through my own self motivation, donned my trainers and ran down the street again and again and again. There was nobody there to say 'you need to do this' and for the first 3 months there wasn't even the incentive of weight loss (It's impossible to lose weight by running to the end of your street and back FACT). So if I find a little self satisfaction in other peoples misfortunes I will embrace it.
Equipment addition. I saw an advert on the TV where several women with pert, tanned and exfoliated derrieres (hanging out of the bottom of there ever so tiny shorts) were bouncing around in a pair of Reebock trainers (you know the ones) that claimed to tone you up while you walk (Reebock easy tone a whopping £75). Walk being the operative word, was what I clearly missed whilst daydreaming about strutting down the high street with a butt like theirs. The influential power that this ad had on me was amazing, I made a bee-line to the nearest sports shop and bought a pair of these miracle trainers and you guessed it I went for a run. After a few sessions of pins and needles I researched the reviews (a thing I really should have done prior to spending such a vast amount of money) and indeed quite a lot of people (probably blonde) were taken in by those derrieres and mistook that bouncing around for all purpose trainers. Now my £75 pair of trainers (still sparkling and white) are used once a week at an indoor aerobics class (great investment number 2).
So one pair of running (sorry walking and bouncing) trainers down I thought I would go and invest (more wisely) in a suitable set. I went to the local independent running store (wearing a pair of plimsolls and therefore no socks, obviously feeling very prepared) and perused the shelves carefully, trying on each pair until I got the perfect fit for my gait and left the shop with a large smile and a feeling of accomplishment. I'm lying. I went straight to the trainers with the shinny three pink stripes tried a size too small and insisted that I didn't have to try on the next size or the other shoe (I was in a rush to watch the last episode of USA’s Biggest loser, where they take their final weigh in- the best part for a fatty TV addict). I wanted them instantly (sound familiar) but left the shop a little confused as to why I had put myself in a situation where I could've made the same mistake twice. Despite having 2 weeks of blisters and applying lots of vaseline I grew to love my impulse purchase.
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