2012 is beckoning...

I am still going to the gym although it still not my favourite activity. I force myself to go and if it wasn't for the fact that I go with a friend, then I have to admit I probably wouldn't go at all.


I'm not at the point yet where I actually enjoy going but sometimes I do feel like I want to go. Which is progress I think. When I say "I do feel like I want to go" that doesn't mean that I'm hopping to go as soon as I go in, more that when I haven't been for a few days there's a sort of slight notion in the back of my head that I want to go.


I'm getting there.


As for results?


Erm......there aren't really any yet.


BUT I'm not putting more weight on so that's got to be good - right??


I figure that now I'm mastering the gym, it's time to start cutting down on the amount of crap I eat. One small stage at a time.


In terms of fitness though? Well. Gains have been made. When we started a few months ago, I couldn't do 15 sit ups in a row. Now I can do 25 (sometimes 30 on a good day). As for the running; well for a start it's definitely not running, it's definitely jogging. Any improvements have been impeded by my crap knees. My knees have been the bane in my life since I was at school, and much hockey and netball playing effectively ruined them for good. Since then they are always a little bit on the dodgy side and tend to threaten to give way as soon as any demands are placed upon them.


I've discovered that I really can't jog on the treadmill for more than 10/15 minutes without them either a) giving way completely or b) seeming fine but then causing me immense pain for the next 3 days.


It's very inconvenient.


They especially don't like it when I go to the gym two days in a row.


Like tonight.


I am currently sat with legs up on the settee. Knees feel like they're pulsing a bit with the pain. The boyfriend doesn't know why I do it to myself but I'll tell you why...


...because he supplies my crisp habit.

It's a dirty filthy habit but I just can't enough of their salty goodness. Any kind will do but I go through phases of having favourites. Monster Munch is the current leader. The boyfriend knows that the crisps make me happy and he just wants me to be happy so he gets them for me. But he really shouldn't. Because if they're there, I'll eat them.


I am doing my best however and with small steps I'll get there. I guess as long as my fitness is improving then that's a good thing. And it is improving, when we first started I couldn't jog for more than 5 minutes without having to stop and walk for a while. Yesterday I managed to jog for a whole 12 minutes.


And for the first time I ran a mile.


A 12 minute mile. Impressive, no?

Well there are 3 years til the next Olympics...I'd better call my physio.