The end of training and the dawn of a new day.. OR I hate gyms.

Contains whinging about weight and swearing, you have been warned.

This week saw the end of my eight week program at the gym has finished. I am sad to see it go as having to be on time for sessions has made a good routine.
The personal trainers have been ace, working around my awkwardness and actually improving my body in space. The improvement over a short period of time has been astounding. I can balance better and the muscles are obviously building. I walked a 5 km last week and did it easily. My speed walking is noticeably more standard and the limp is slowly disappearing.
I think also my feet are improving, I am stretching all the time but they seem to be less tender. It is still not brilliant though but I did get to wear my Doc Marten's boots which was awesome. They feel very hard after wearing sneakers for years!


I am find clothes are fitting better in general I have a bit more energy. Mr Gin thinks I am notably less wide.

I still bloody hate the gym though, I resent the effort that has to go into this, three gym sessions. Although I am going to swap a gym for a swim soon, I now fit into my old bathers/swimmers, which are quite high cut and show off my tattoo of the implant very well. The team at the gym have been supportive and will continue to do so but I still hate and fume at the fact I have to go. I am getting a handle on my eating but it is so damn boring! I am having two very small meals a day so I can be 'indulgent' with my dinner, so tedious trying to input all my meals as Mr Gin and I like variety and love to cook. I hate being so short, to be 6 inches taller would make it a bit more manageable.
I am about a 1/3 of my way to my goal weight and a couple of kg from my mid point for Mr Hutt. Sadly, there is no change in the implant pain. But the muscles around the right hip are my better and seem to to absorbing the impact a little more.

This was noticeable a week of so back when I fucking RAN for a BUS! About 15 meters, not flat out but never mind that, ran, I have not run properly, without my skipping style of movement for at least three years. This feels un-fucking-believable, it is something that I have never done well and have been very nervous doing with the implant pain and fear of pain and falling. It is really difficult to articulate how much it meant to me.

Even though I hate the gym with a hatred of a thousand burning suns and I feel shitty for saying it because the team at the gym have been nothing but wonderful but I really don't like going. I will be going for another program in the summer, that should help shift some more weight.