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No way. The ball seemed to have a life of
its own, running away without so much as a warning, and leaving me on
the floor. I laughed it off, but must admit that my clumsiness quite
embarrassed me. It certainly wasn’t as easy as it looked.
The others in the class said it happened to
them too when they started. Really?
I love a challenge so I think I’ll persevere. I can always pretend to
balance both feet in the air but put one down when no one is looking.
Next day: extraordinary stiffness – again.
I consulted the trainer who said maybe my sessions in the gym had not
extended me sufficiently. A waste of time then? She smiled
enigmatically. You can make a big effort now, she replied.
8 st 6lbs, alcohol units 0, calories
1200
Only one lb lost, but just two lbs to go.
The last bit seems to be taking a lifetime, but for the moment food
doesn’t interest me. Still applying the lotions for cellulite, and
scrutinising myself in the mirror. Is there a little, just a little,
improvement? Or is that just a shadow that I see before me? Must get to
an optician. The blurb on the pack says results show in a few weeks, but
only if the user is under thirty and short-sighted (my words, not
theirs).
8 st 4lbs, alcohol units 0, calories 1200
Bingo! Reached my target and am now svelte.
Will now add a few extra foods and calories to the regimen, just as the
doctor says. The big thing is to make it a way of life rather than a
diet. I’ll weigh myself once a week and cut down when necessary,
meaning that I can let myself binge occasionally.
Now that I am addicted to the health club I
hope that I can keep the cellulite from further development and stay in
shape. I certainly enjoy the compliments I get and my image in the
mirror.
It was worth it!
Sarah’s gym is a branch of the Living Well health club
Previous articles:
My journey to fitness - No.1
My journey to fitness -
No.2
My journey to fitness -
No.3
My journey to fitness -
No.4
SARAH FRANKEL... Born in New
Zealand, Sarah now resides in the UK.
Since the late 1980’s Sarah has been writing poetry, short stories
letters a quasi-humorous diary of the first Gulf War as seen through the
eyes of a woman and mother dealing with day-to-day difficulties under
the onslaught of missile attacks.
Over the next few years Sarah continued writing for pleasure whilst
working full time and studying part time. After reading her assignments
on scenarios of a future world, her university professor advised that
she was in the wrong profession and should write.
After graduating with an MBA, Sarah won first prize in an amateur
writing contest. She took early retirement and has now begun writing
professionally.
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