It's just gone 10am on Sunday morning here and so far today I've:
* done 2 loads of washing and the third is just finishing up
* walked to the pool, swam for an hour and walked home again. (Well, OK, it was 45 minutes swimming and 15 minutes in the spa, but still...)
* am partway through planning my meals for the week.
Later on today I intend to:
* walk to my sister's for lunch.
Normally on a Sunday, I have quite a lazy day. OK, I'd go for a walk, but it would usually only be about half an hour or so. I looked around at my neighbour's when I was walking up the drive and every single one of them still had their curtains drawn.
I wondered for a few minutes whether I was a freak then realised I wasn't. There were people at the pool - I wouldn't say there was a lot of people there, but certainly more than I expected to see. On the way home I passed a young woman carrying a water bottle, towel and an exercise mat, so she's obviously going to exercise somewhere.
I've completely changed my thinking this week. Before I would start out with good intentions in the morning and probably a 1/3 of the time at least I wouldn't go to the gym. In recent weeks, that's been more like 90% of the time, but never mind. I met my neighbour last night when I was going for a walk and he told me I was "dedicated". Yes. Yes I am.
I'm dedicated to making myself a thinner, fitter and therefore healthier person. I no longer carry a handbag with me - my pack has my water bottle, gym gear, gym towel, towel and swimsuit in it at all times. I no longer have the excuse of not having my gear with me in order not to exercise.
I have committed to exercising for 6 days a week - 4 gym sessions and 2 swim sessions - plus a minimum of 30 minutes of walking a day. I have committed to sticking on plan as much as I can. OK, I've got a birthday and Christmas coming up, so they're probably not going to be on plan, but that's OK. I can plan around that. I am going to be selfish - I am not doing this for anyone else but me!
Yes, there is a reason for this. My dad got diagnosed with type 2 diabetes this week. No real surprise - my grandmother (his mother) has it, and although I'm fine at the moment, I've got a very high chance of being diagnosed with it as well. And if I don't lose weight and get fit, I'm going to be diagnosed with it at a much younger age that he has been. He's 61 years old. I'm nearly 34.
It's all about me and my future. Not about what everyone else thinks.