OMG Exercise!

Since a badly dislocated knee 3 years ago and three major ops 2 years ago, exercise has not been on the cards. To be honest, I've never been one for it. At school, I was a keen swimmer and swam at least twice a week but boobs and periods put me off showing my body in an unforgiving lycra contraption forever. Once I'm in the water, I'm fine (pretty fish like to be honest), but it's the whole drama of changing rooms, the walk from the changing rooms to the pool and getting up and down the steps that sends fear into every part of my wobbly body.

I played a little football, rugby and hockey at school but only when I absolutely had to. In fact, I became the mistress of the parental note system. I could forge the most complicated of signatures, getting myself and others out of the biweekly exercise hell.

In adulthood, I've had gym memberships, but mostly they were unused. Money dripping away while the weight continued to pile on. While at university, I cycled everywhere in all weathers, but small bit of physical exersion was stopped by a present from my parents - the car!

So now, I don't even remember how to run. I only relearnt to jump a few months ago. Yesterday however, spurred on sunshine and the feel good factor of losing a bit of weight, I decided to go for a walk. At first it was just going to be a 5min stroll to Gunwharf Quays to ponder round the shops but to my great surprise, I just kept going. I ended up walking all the way to Old Portsmouth and back again at quite a good pace (for a beached whale anyway!).

However, although I felt good afterwards, I did have one rather embarassing moment...

I trippped up on a drain and smacked my head into a lamp post! The cars were driving past and I could tell they were laughing at the fat girl who doesn't look where she is going! Oh well, it hasn't completely put me off doing a little more but maybe, I'll keep my head held a little higher next time.