A long, long time ago, I drew up a list of resolutions at New Years, and made a solemn vow that I would make sure that each and every single one of them was addressed. Now folks, surprisingly, I'm not actually doing too badly, but it's safe to say that there is most definitely one that I have been neglecting; leading a more healthy lifestyle.
Food wise, I'm not too much of a sinner. Yes, I am partial to a good ol' scotch egg, and yes, I have a penchant for super cheesy, golden crusted pizza, especially if it's topped with ham. And pineapple. And red onion. And mushrooms. And peppers. However, despite my love for all things edible, I'm pretty good at maintaining a balanced diet, and at not over-eating, unless of course I'm drunk, or at work with a particularly hungry Sara. Yes, Ms Go-oooooooooon-have-another-biscuit, I'm talking to you, you devil, you. Wink.
Unfortunately, until this week, I've failed miserably on the exercise front. By failed miserably, I mean that up until now, I haven't exercised properly since before I ate my weight in turkey sandwiches at Christmas.Yikes. Clearly, I put the pro into procrastination. In fact, on more than one occasion, I have found myself hideously out of breath after doing something ridiculously simple like walking a flight of stairs. Olympic athletes, I bow down to you. (And then need 5 minutes to get back up again...)
Recently, thanks to a £2.95 circle of genius, I have developed a sudden desire to actually exercise. Every. Single. Day. Since Sunday. I know! Me, dedicating time to tone up my adequately chubby bod, for five consecutive days?! I appreciate I sound pathetic, but believe me, in the world of Kathy B, where every day is a 'can I sit down when I do that?' kind of day, this is one hell of an achievement.
And what amazes me more than the fact that I'm actually off of my derriere getting those love handles flailing, is the fact that I'm really enjoying doing it. I invested in a hula hoop (not in crisp form, I promise...), and I've been throwing it around my porky body like there's no tomorrow. Jay zeus, I actually sat at work earlier and looked forward to coming home and getting my sweat on. I've finally found a form of exercise that I love to do, (halle-flipping-lujaaaaaaaaaah!), and I couldn't recommend it more. Granted, sports bras do squash tatty-bo-jangles into all sorts of shapes that they shouldn't be squashed into, but HULA HOOPS ARE SO MUCH FUN. It's kind of like being 12 all over again. But with bigger hips, and peculiar shaped breasts.
I couldn't recommend hula-hooping more. I'm tempted to set up an appreciation society and everything. If you're convinced that all exercise is utterly shite (let's face it, most of it is far too tedious and painful to become a regular habit), I ask that you give it a go. It's cheap, it's wildly fun (especially when combined with cheesy, 90s pop), and according to my good chum Google, it's brilliant for getting in shape.
Here's to chub-busting! And wiggling to cheesy, 90s pop, looking ridiculous.
PS: The photo is me last week, pre-hooping. My sexiness knows no bounds.
Have you ever tried hula hooping as an exercise regime? Would you give it a go? And do you have any other funky exercise suggestions for me?