The *New* Lifestyle

I wrote a little on Pippa World about my "new" lifestyle, but I don't think I have properly recorded on any of my social channels about my motivation and reasons for suddenly changing my life last summer and because it is so important, because it is such a big change and something that I think that other people do want to know about (in their secret searches in the middle of the night when they, like I used to try to work out if they can change their life, if they can change their outlook, if they can lose weight and learn to like exercise!) I thought I should share my story.

Every summer, I always try to change my health.

I figure I have six weeks. Six weeks of not doing the school run, six weeks to change my habits. Six weeks of goodish weather, six weeks of  daylight whilst the rest of the world is still asleep.

Six weeks is twice the amount needed to form a habit, so it should be easy to lose a stone in that six weeks right? So that when I went back to school runs, back to work that people would look at me and see that I'd changed and I'd have a glow up.

PippaD at the start of her health journey

Only, every year I fail, because summer is the time for ice-cream and treats. Summer is the time for relaxing and not doing much. Summer is hot and no time to be getting extra sweaty.

This year I was smart enough to realise that maybe I needed someone else to help me if I wanted to achieve the goals I was setting for myself and so whilst I set plans about going for a walk everyday and cycling and swimming and maybe even running a few times what I actually did was look for someone to help me.

I saw an advert on Facebook for a women only fitness group and before my brain could engage and tell me this was a bad idea I had registered my details as a registration of my interest. It was only after I'd done this that I realised I had a tenuous connection to the fitness instructor, as her daughter came to the Youth Group I ran at the time and I was horrified.

You see, when you're fat, and I don't mean just a little bit I mean half my body weight shouldn't exist fat, you don't want people to know. You especially don't want people who actually know you in real life to know.

I figured there was a reason however, a reason I'd seen this advert, a reason I'd signed up without researching properly first, so I let it slide.

The next morning I had a phone call with the team and hoped they'd accept me as part of the programme. We talked about what I wanted, about what I had tried in the past, why now, why this programme, what I hoped to achieve.

I had answers, answers that came straight from my heart, I hadn't expected questions like this so I hadn't been able to prepare answers. I don't really remember what was said, but I do remember that one of my goals was to be able to put my underwear on the washing line.

You see, I'm convinced that people look at my washing on the washing line and see my huge ass underwear and judge me. I know, I'm right up my own butt there, but it's a legitimate fear that I have. The lady on the phone laughed hard at this, not in a mean way, but because it was one of the most unusual end goals she'd ever heard.

I was accepted and then the following Monday, I found myself standing outside a dance studio ready to work out for the first time with a bunch of people I had never met and a woman I'd only seen a few times dropping off or collecting her daughter.

I loved it.

Actually that isn't true. I loved it after it was over.

I felt like I was going to die the entire time.
I felt like everyone was looking at me and thinking how fat and unfit I was.
I hated looking at myself in the full length mirror that was opposite me.
The hardest part was walking down the stairs after the session was over.

I was ready though, I was ready to make the changes and so after dying on the sofa for a couple of hours after the session was over and not being able to move the entire next day to the point where I had to buy a foam roller, I was ready for my next early morning session the day after.

And that next session was easier.
And my recovery was quicker.

And the next session was easier.
And my recovery was quicker.

And so it went on over the summer, with me going three times a week to a HIIT class and slowly seeing my body changing. Seeing muscle build. Seeing weight come off.

PippaD at the end of her first HIIT sessionPippaD six weeks later

It was great to start in the summer. It gave me time to get used to the changes my body was going through. It gave me time to get used to my new routines and my new choices.

It also meant that six weeks later I looked different.

I got my six week change.


  1. I have found the summer holidays the worst time to have a health kick with the kids home from school and college and all my family having their birthdays in August and September. lol
    I started exercising last year and have lost a little bit of weight and hope to continue this year. I hate the actual exercise but love the feeling I get afterwards.
    Well done you! You look great. You can really see the change in you. You've lost weight and it looks like you have more confidence too x


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