Didn't think it was ever going to happen, but I'm now looking forward to the pool.
No, really! Since recovering from that nasty bout of chest infection, I've persisted and am now really liking the feeling of water rushing past me as I plough through it. The trainer is terrific and pushes ever so gently. She has one of those personalities that make you want to achieve and push yourself just that little bit further and harder, just because she wants you to.
Today was butterfly and I actually made a whole length without stopping - 16 times! Sure, it was only 25m, with flippers, but still. You try it. It is a bloody long way when you're 50, over weight and just off the tail end of 35 years of chain smoking!
And, best of all, I've busted through the 90 kg barrier (lost 4kg) and am at that fantastic stage where excess weight is just sliding off. Sadly, it appears to be pooling round my arse on its way, but a heartening hint of muscle is peeking out from beneath the layer of blubber. My current goal is to be able to push off and NOT see the subcutaneous flesh on my arms rippling.
Aside from the swimming season membership, I've lashed out and bought myself a pair of runners. It's about twenty years since I owned a pair of proper comfy sport shoes and now that I've parted with cash, I'm going to get my money's worth. Went to one of those horrible sporty shops full of horrible sporty things, and found a nice girl who sold me a pair of men's shoes - much better option for a girl who grew up on the wrong side of the tracks and wore bare feet to school. Added to that, a pair of 1kg weights and an elastic band thingie with a DVD to show me how to use it and I'm all set.
Yesterday I took the plunge - an hour walking up over heartbreak hill and down to the end of the road carrying the weights, snug in my new shoes. Now I'm kind of muscle sore, but not so bad I need to be reaching for the epsom salts. It's that nice feeling of having done something with your body, rather than that call an ambulance feeling. And weirdly, in spite of being off the fang, I'm not actually hungry.
Added to that, I've been off the booze for few of weeks, and watching portion control and have set my controls for the heart of the sun - 65kg here I come.
Have to go there. No slacking off this time. Have just discovered a shit and buggery health issue which I'm determined to cure with health rather than reaching for the drugs. Nothing serious (unless I leave it go). So, the party really is over, dammit.
Lucky I went hard while I had the chance.