Since Christmas it's been a total rollercoaster ride chez Rebby - there've been bereavements, new jobs, relationship woes, money issues and excessive insomnia to contend with. I've been yo-yoing almost as much as Kerry Katona when she was with Mark Croft, and I'm not just talking about my mood. My weight has, in the last, short three months, gone from a shade below ten stones, to nine stones and back up again. This has been mainly due to the fact that when I'm down, I rarely eat more than a handful of food at a time, but this has been massively counterproductive me for, especially since I've been up (and greedy) just as much as I've been down (and waify). I really needed to start focusing on my health and wellbeing.
So, here's the drill. Tonight, I'm returning to Cheetah's boxing class - good, old-fashioned Queensbury punching skills. I'd attended for months last year, but given up after my partner-in-crime Cat decided to make some changes and went travelling, leaving me with sweat-tastic men dripping their exertion onto my vest top. It was a bit too much for a lone girl to take, and I jacked it in. However, since my good friend Ray returned from his galavant around Oz and NZ, he's been keen to take up a bit of punching - and so I offered to do the same. Once a week, I'm going to kill myself in the ring, followed by three runs to build stamina. It's going to hurt.
The best bit about Cheetah's is that it only costs a fiver - yep, the exact amount I'm allowed to spend. Yes, it's filthy; yes, it's full of muscle men; yes, it's hardcore - but it's hella fun. More exhausting than a run, but less taxing on the joints; more fun than a cross-trainer but harder on the core - and let's face it, who doesn't want to be able to fend for themselves if a ruckus were to go up?! It also means I won't be in the pub, spending way more than a fiver - and I'll be able to strut my stuff in a bikini come my next holiday. Everything is a win.
So, right now it's off home, an hour on STP (I'm making that £15 back if it kills me), hair up, trainers on, gloves ready - and yes, that's fighting talk.
UPDATE!
For shame, Cheetah's boxing class has moved! (Way to go telling us on the website, guys.) Got all the bloody way there to find out it's moved to Tuesday - and Ray's only bloody watching Paul tomorrow. Next week it is, then!
Instead, I allowed my fitness juices to run by having a neat little jog along Hove seafront - one of the best parts of living here is being able to go at your own pace, with nothing but the sound of the waves and your thoughts to accompany you. And believe me, I have a lot to think about at the moment.
So - what now?! I've actually had an excellent idea, and I'll be posting shortly - watch this space!
I'm starting to realise that this challenge is working in ways I never expected it to. Following the weekend of fail, I honestly thought I'd ruined everything - but on checking my bank balance, was surprised/shocked/somewhat bewildered to see that two weeks in, my account is still actually in credit. Yes, I know; it's something that's never been heard of or seen before. It would seem that as the week has gone by, I've been willing myself to stick to the limit; I've consumed less alcohol, I've eaten thriftier food and I've made my own fun (well, OK; I've DL'd Glee and watched a lot of Jamie's Dream School). I haven't actually missed the cash - nor have I missed what it brings me. In fact, I've spent a lot of time thinking about the things I actually want to achieve in life, and how I am going to get there. Money has always been a great obstacle to my achieving many of my life goals, and so this challenge has really opened my eyes to what I am capable of if I really try. And even though I failed by £15, my account is still healthier and by the end of March, the countdown to a grand is going to look a lot more impressive as I whack on the amount left in my account, thanks to this very challenge. I'm currently looking at over £100 - amazing. I've never ended the month with more than £10 in my account before - I normally rinse it for all it's worth.
I'm even thinking of continuing until I hit the grand target. Stuff a month. Let's go hardcore.
Cashmoney spent: £0.00
Cashmoney saved: £5.00
I'm starting to realise that this challenge is working in ways I never expected it to. Following the weekend of fail, I honestly thought I'd ruined everything - but on checking my bank balance, was surprised/shocked/somewhat bewildered to see that two weeks in, my account is still actually in credit. Yes, I know; it's something that's never been heard of or seen before. It would seem that as the week has gone by, I've been willing myself to stick to the limit; I've consumed less alcohol, I've eaten thriftier food and I've made my own fun (well, OK; I've DL'd Glee and watched a lot of Jamie's Dream School). I haven't actually missed the cash - nor have I missed what it brings me. In fact, I've spent a lot of time thinking about the things I actually want to achieve in life, and how I am going to get there. Money has always been a great obstacle to my achieving many of my life goals, and so this challenge has really opened my eyes to what I am capable of if I really try. And even though I failed by £15, my account is still healthier and by the end of March, the countdown to a grand is going to look a lot more impressive as I whack on the amount left in my account, thanks to this very challenge. I'm currently looking at over £100 - amazing. I've never ended the month with more than £10 in my account before - I normally rinse it for all it's worth.
I'm even thinking of continuing until I hit the grand target. Stuff a month. Let's go hardcore.
Cashmoney spent: £0.00
Cashmoney saved: £5.00
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