the 12 months of fitness

Oh dear, so far the January detox and fitness purge is not going well. I just can’t seem to get into it yet. I think I will have to wait and start in February instead.

The gym is still waiting, helping itself to free money from me, so I don’t need to panic about that just yet. Somehow I am going to have to go back there though and surround myself with people who can see their toes without lying down and raising their legs. I guess if I got off my bum and went there now though, I’d be more likely to see people like me wobbling about trying to make the running machine start when they had completely forgotten how to use it. In January, I wouldn't be the only heaving mound of sweat falling off the back of the running machine.

Meanwhile I still haven’t quite got out of the Christmas spirit when it comes to lunch time. Though I really do need to work that one out and fast as I’m down to my last pair of work trousers that still have a working button to close them with. Fortunately we never threw out the maternity trousers that Jo had worn to work with Jamie that everyone had mentioned looked like men’s trousers at the time.

So as you can see I am struggling to shake off December and get stuck into the new year health kick. I will keep at it though and eventually I will get started again – though as with every year what happens is that I get going by late January. This continues through February until my Birthday in early March. Generally I wind up taking a fortnight break to celebrate and heartily eat my fill. It’s ironic that it’s the eating heartily that will no doubt wind up giving me a heart attack.

After the Birthday break comes Easter and so quite often I look up and we are suddenly in April before I’m thinking of being healthy again. As with Christmas I can’t be expected just to jump straight back into the shorts and so I have to work myself back up to starting. Hence in June I will probably make it back to the gym.

I can usually sustain two months of this activity before realising that it is the summer holidays. Day trips out, main holidays and quality time with the family means that the Gym drops out of view again and Domino's returns to haunt me.

September is used to once again get myself back in the mood and hopefully I can be back in the gym by October. November follows but then suddenly it’s December again and nobody should be expected to exercise in December. It’s immoral surely?

By my maths that means I can look forward to 5 months in the gym this year, let’s hope it’s enough!