I, like the rest of the
women in my mum's side of the family, have unfortunately been given the gene
that makes you put on weight instantly, my sister some how missed out on this gene. I absolutely love my mother dearly, I don't know where I would be without her but I am
terrified I am going to turn into her. I consider myself very food conscious and very active by maintaining my fitness by going to yoga twice a week,
walk my dog at least 5km every second day, spin class once a week and
this week on Wednesday I decided to attempt a "Body Attack class" (which now I call Body Torture) and
I think I have gone too far.
The class was full on, with hopping on one leg which included jumping side to
side, jumping in one spot with both legs (which I didn't do as I have dodgy
knees I remained stationary just bending my knees), burpies, lunges and also
some running around the room and other highly intense exercises. I really enjoyed the high energy
and nonstop workout it provided. Though when I got home my calves were felt
tight, so I stretched, after dinner had a hot shower let the warm water run on
the back of them, put myself into bed and thought I would be fine the next
morning but alas I was not okay. I woke up sore, not too
bad, so I took some ibuprofen and carried on with my day, one of the
guys I work with advised I go for a walk after work. So when I got home I
grabbed my dog Molly and we set off...
Apparently my GPS walking app on my iPhone said we ended up doing 10 km in
total. After cooking dinner, I sat on
the couch and that attempted to get up and I couldn't. I couldn't get up from
the couch, it was like my legs has decided they weren't going to get me up. I could just imagine the look of concern on my face. After a
period of time I did manage to get up I was terrified to sit back down
again. That's when I put myself to bed, praying that in the morning I would be
better so I could catch the train and be able to walk to
work.
I woke up this morning, feeling quite refreshed, as soon as I put my legs out of
bed the affliction of pain coming up my legs from my calves was worse now than
yesterday. I wanted to work from home today but remembered my laptop was in the
office, and there was no way I could walk from the train station especially
looking like a fool who couldn't walk properly (it honestly looked like I had had a big night the night before if you know what I mean ;)) through the Melbourne CBD so I decided I was going to
drive my car in and pay for the early bird parking right next to the
office.
All day I have been given grief by my work colleagues, and then having them laugh at me. I do have to admit this sort of thing could only happen to me but it was total agony to the point where I was nearly in tears. I had to hold the hand rails whilst walking down the stairs, when I had to go out for lunch I was envious of the people who passed me walking normally as my
pace has been reverted to twice as slow as normal. When I had to get up from my chair I had to think of everything I had to do while up so I don't have to get up again for a while.
This has come to make me think, how far we go to get our dream bodies or just stay fit in light of our fears? Why do
we do this to ourselves? When will we accept our bodies for the way they are
meant to be? Is it the point of making ourselves so ill that we can't go any
further or do we just let it get to the point of no return?
