I fear I am a great disappointment to the Instructor Ladies at my gym. In fact, given the sad, puppy dog eyes that greet my appearance there these days, I’m suspecting that my fears are well-placed. Shall we just put it out there, right up front, and confirm that my six-week Fitness Challenge has been an unmitigated disaster. I have several very impressive and ever-ready excuses – book edits, renovations, illness, blah, blah, blah – but I don’t blame you for not listening. I’m not even listening any more.
The fact is that I wanted to get fit simply by signing up to the Fitness Challenge. As if simply putting my indecipherable John Hancock on the bottom line would be enough to decrease the size of my bottom. Apparently this is not how things work. Disappointing that.
I have one more week to go. The Instructor Ladies – and they are so very nice, I really want to please them – are expecting Great Things. They actually told me that after I left the other day, blaming PMT for my body’s obstinate refusal to lose so much as one single centimetre. And they wouldn’t pull that tape measure tighter, just to cheat a little millimetre or two, no matter how much I asked. So. Great Things.
I’m wondering if what I need is a new approach. A post-renovations, post-edits, post-PMT kind of approach. I heard about this great new initiative from The Black Dog Institute today. It’s called Spring, it costs $30 and you get 30 days of training plans, fitness tips, motivational emails… and it’s all designed to focus on lifting your mood. I think my mood is about the only thing I’m capable of lifting right now, so this could be the perfect solution.
And at least I can be secure in the knowledge that even if I follow my usual pattern and do nothing useful regarding getting fit, somebody will benefit from my $30 investment because the money raised goes to The Black Dog Institute, to fund their fabulous work with mental health and mood disorders.
Knowing that makes me feel better already.