17 January 2012

Yesssss! I've found my fitness mojo...

Laura Atkinson Clean & Lean

Along with boring everyone senseless with the finer details of your bouquet, having penis straws on your hen do' (look, they're not ironic, just admit it - you wanted a penis straw) and developing an unhealthy fascination for bridal magazines (the shame!), there is one major modern tradition that all brides partake in: losing weight. And becoming a bit obsessed by it.
A time honoured tradition, it doesn't seem to matter if you're a size 8 or 18 - everyone does it. Even if they say they don't - they do. Even if they really, really don't need to lose weight - they do it anyway. And while I would love to tell you that I am DIFFERENT, that I DO NOT CARE, well, I'd be lying. Because guess what? Yes, I'd like to be a little bit thinner on my wedding day. Have I let you down? Have I let myself down? Oh whatever - I just want to look good in my dress, alright...

Anyway. My plan has been two-fold: one, follow James Duigan's Clean and lean diet (see me in this week's Grazia in some DARLING lime-green leggings) and two: get fit. The first bit has, to be honest, been easy but the second...well. Me and exercise have a somewhat potted history. Despite a promising start as a teenager (you're looking at the 1992 Northumbria 200m county record holder, OH YES) it was all kind of downhill from there once I discovered 20/20, Regal Kingsize and boys. Oh, there were various attempts at fitness; the step class (remember them?) that I left halfway through for a cigarette break; the netball team I'd rather be at the pub with than on the court; more unused gym memberships than I can shake a dumbell at. But nothing ever made me want to actually get off the sofa and put down that piece of cheese. It was them (the people who like all that nonsense) and me - and as far as I was concerned, that wasn't going to change.

That us, until I had my Exercise Awakening. A bit like a religious one but without the singing choir, it happenned last week, just behind Oxford Circus. In a studio at about 9am last friday, something clicked - and it wasn't my dodgy shoulder. Finally, I had found MY thing: pilates.

Pilates machine

Yes, pilates - or, Ten Pilates, to be specific - that thing you do on a machine that looks a bit like a medevil torture machine. I loved everything about it: the feeling I got afterwards (like everything's just tighter somehow); the fact you don't have to run around; the fact I can actually DO it. Ten Pilates itself is kind of like a souped-up version of normal pilates - a bit more energetic; a bit more intense - and promises to 'sculpt' your body. And guess what? I SWEAR I can already see a bit of a difference (yes, after only two sessions.) I know, I know - I sound like one of those dodgy American infomercials you see at 3 in the morning...

Anyway, I am actually looking forward to going again. No longer am I the girl in the baggy leggings and vintage NKOTB t shirt, hiding by the water cooler - no, I am now that terrifying person in full-on 'kit', eager to get going (As a quick aside - this is, I believe, one of the big exercise secrets that no one ever talks about: if you dress up for it, you'll totally feel good about it. So I am now clad head to toe in new season Nike and Freddy and Stella McCartney for Adidas, picking my outfits like I would for a night out.) Project Lose A Bit of Weight So I Look A Bit Nicer In my Dress (catchy, huh?) is ON...

www.tenpilates.com


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