Arctic One Challenge: Week 3

Dear Blog,

A rather stressful week and not as productive as I’d have liked. I have really let the cycling challenge down and didn’t commute to work as much as I could have. However, I have continued to improve with my swimming and beating my personal best every time.

Monday saw the continuation of the family emergency so for obvious reasons, exercise  was not high on my priority list. That being said, to clear my head, I did go for a lengthy walk through the woods.

monday challange

Tuesday was nothing but work. Wednesday I attended a spin class. I had hoped I’d be able to track my miles but the computer on my bike didn’t work which was super annoying. I then swam a mile.

tuesday

Back to work Thursday. Friday I was on a late shift so I manged to squeeze another swim in before work. I’m getting faster! I finally brought my bike home after Sundays events.

friday

Saturday I had some well needed ‘Me time’ and decided to give the gym a miss in favour for a little bit of shopping and spending time with Clove. I made up for it on Sunday by cycling too and from the gym, then to work for my night shift. I swam another mile.

saturday

Overall, week 3 has been as productive as week 2 however some noticeable slacking on the cycling front. I am really struggling to find the motivation even though I do love getting on my bike. Next week will suffer the same sort of pattern as I start the week on night shifts and have 2 days overtime at work. Slowly but surly, we are getting there.

 

Cycling: 58.93 / 621 Miles.
Swimming: 6.5 / 31 Miles
Hours of exercise: 16.39 / 100


For more information on Arctic One and where you can donate money if you wish, please visit www.arctic1.co.uk

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Arctic One Challenge: Week 2

Dear Blog,

Well this week had been a much more productive in terms of the Arctic One challenge. I have defiantly felt more active and although I know I’ve barely made a dent in my cycling challenge, I have consciously made the effort to cycle as much as I can.
Annoyingly, my firbit has been playing up this week so don’t pay any attention to the calorie information on the stats.

So, kicking off with Monday, I cycled too and from work. No idea why the fitbit decided to label one as ‘Outdoor bike’ and one as just ‘Bike’.
monday challange

Tuesday was very much the same. Due to road works, I had to take a mini diversion though I can’t complain as it added up the miles.

tuesday

Wednesday was my day off so I spent a good portion of the day at the gym. I signed up to do two classes: Aerobics and a Yoga/Bodybalance class. Aerobic was an… experience. I was the youngest there by about 20 years. Once I got into it, it was rather fun though I learnt I have no coordination what so ever. The Yoga class was quite refreshing afterwards. I also swam another mile, shaving off a few minutes from my previous personal best.

wednesday

I didn’t cycle to work thursday as my body ached so much from yoga. Friday I was off but spend the day in my PJ’s with Clove. It was needed.
Saturday, I bussed to work as I was on a mission for boxes for moving. I walked to the gym afterwards and swam another mile. Getting faster!


saturday

And Sunday… I cycled to work but due to an urgent family emergency, I had to quickly bus into town. So as I type this, my poor bike is still locked up at work.

sunday

So overall, I’m impressed with how I’ve done this week. I can certainly see an improvement, especially with swimming. Lets see what week 3 brings!

 

Cycling: 45.77 / 621 Miles.
Swimming: 3.5 / 31 Miles
Hours of exercise: 9.56 / 100


For more information on Arctic One and where you can donate money if you wish, please visit www.arctic1.co.uk

The Dysmorphia Demon.

*Please be warned that this post talks about body dysmorphia and issues relating to body image and eating disorders. Please do not continue if you are fighting your own ED battle, however do get support. You got this.*

Dear Blog,

Like a lot of people in this day and age, I have fallen victim to some unhealthy habits that will forever change the way I see food and myself. 4 years on and I am virtually back to my normal ways and that nightmare is locked in a box on my mental, metaphorical shelf. The one thing that I have accepted that I will always have is Body Dysmorphia.

Back in January, I said to myself that I would healthily and sensibly trim down and look after myself by exercising more and eating less brownies. I’m quite proud of how well I have stuck to this. Though, gyms are an odd place for someone with a history like mine and the one thing I absolutely hate is the mirror walls. I don’t currently own a full length mirror so I rarely see my whole body however, when I ‘m at the gym, bright red and covered in sweat, my whole body is the absolute last thing anyone would want to see yet there is no avoiding it. I see my body differently to how I image it and it is not at all an attractive sight. I swear they put fun house mirrors in the gym just to trick us.

I do find it strange (and oddly fascinating) how our minds work and perceive things such as body image. I have definitely noticed a change in my body since joining the gym, I’m sure I have, yet my jeans aren’t any loser and the scales haven’t really moved… Then, I catch myself in the mirror and everything looks 30kg heavier than I remembered. It’s the same with clothes. How can this dress look great, trim and sexy yet as soon as I zip it up, I turn into Mrs Doubtfire?

Is that just me?

When I’m working, I’ll go days without looking in the mirror or weighting myself  and those are the times when I feel most confident. Now, I know I could easily live a life without a full length mirror and scales but I then worry that I’m viewing my body in a unatual way. When I was ill, I saw myself as being big when in reality I was anything but. Now the tables have turned and I see myself in a healthier manner but how do I know that I’m still not just trapped in an illusion that my head has created? When I see how toned my carves have gotten, I feel proud. I might even have a chocolate bar as a reward. What if my toned carfs are part of the illusion and I’m just adding chocolate to an already lumpy podge. In all fairness, this is exactly how I (and many other) gained weight in the first place. The good ol’ “one more slice wont hurt” chestnut until BOOM! It did hurt.

Maybe life is just one giant fun house and I’m currently trapped in the mirror maze.