Excuse me a moment while I moan about the weather. I’m British, it’s what we do best.
It’s DAMNED hot at the moment in England. Not that I’m complaining, I’ve been whinging about the cold for the past six months, I’m glad to finally wear shorts, use my sunglasses and spend my evenings sat outside a countryside pub. But warm weather and activity do not mix. Not in my head anyway.
It’s too hot for the gym. It’s too hot for an extra walk. Hell it’s too hot to move off my bed and away from the fan If I REALLY don’t have to.
Needless to say I haven’t been exercising recently. I think I’ve avoided the gym for about 10 days so far. It’s also not helping that the sexy fitness instructor is away on holiday, but I’ve been making excuses to myself for days.
I can’t even remember why I didn’t go the first day. It was possibly a date, or a trip to the cinema. But as soon as you miss one session it becomes so much easier to miss the next, and the next, and the next. Before you know it’s 10 days without exercise and you’re starting to get out of breath walking up a steep hill. I will not be having this.
It’s only 9 days until I run my first ever 5k, but instead of pounding the treadmill in preparation I’m sipping cider outside the pub, and drinking iced lattes whilst shopping for shorts and sandals.
It takes between 30-90 days to form a habit, but seemingly only a week or so off to really break you’re routine and have you clinging to your sofa and burying your gym card under a pile of dirty laundry.
Once I workout again I know I’ll feel great for it. My energy levels have dipped without the gym, my sleep schedule is off course, and my belly is a little more bloated. But it’s not motivating me get back on that treadmill.
I know I need to get my arse back into gear, but I just need a little push in the right direction.
Healthy Hazimax 