Just Freda

Tag: exercise

  • How to lose 100lbs – going through a rocky patch

    Does my bum look big in this? (such an odd shaped shadow). The sky was blue, the sun was warm, but when we got to the beach the wind was bitterly ice cold so I was glad of the old fleece jacket I keep in the car for such occasions. It’s only four sizes too big for me now!

    Now, getting to the point of this post – do you remember my “Accountability” blog post? Well things didn’t go quite as planned. I enthusiastically started following my new exercise plan, only to hit a brick wall when I had to face up to the fact that my pain isn’t something that I can program into my life. It is too varied, too unpredictable, and sometimes much more painful and disabling than I allow myself to believe (or pamper to).

    Added to that, life can just be downright unpredictable, you might have visitors to stay, or maybe you fall and hurt yourself… maybe you get a cold bug and just want to sleep all day. So, the last few weeks haven’t been easy.

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  • Tarn Hows

    Last week, for our walk, we took a trip up into the Lake District to Tarn Hows. I have a list of easy walks and the walk around Tarn Howes, while longer than I remembered, is reasonably flat and easy underfoot. We took our time and I managed to walk the whole way around, which is one and three quarter miles. Although my husband said we would have walked it faster if I hadn’t insisted on stopping every five minutes to take photographs!

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  • A Sunset Walk

    I used to enjoy my country walks, but for the last few years walking has been very painful for me, even pottering around the house some days, so I have been spending far too much of my time sitting down.

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  • Swimming – Day 1

    It’s like this.  I can swim – kind of.  I had lessons when I was at school, but  those lessons were next to useless.  They took place in the local echo-y, Victorian, swimming baths.  I hated the noise, and I also carried with me some unpleasant memories of family visits from somewhere in my distant past.  The teacher was an old man with a walking stick (you know how every adult looks ancient when you’re 9 years old), and we were all terrified of both him and his booming echoing voice, not to mention that bloomin’ stick.

    I eventually learned how to swim by watching and copying other people, and as a result I can do an OK breaststroke.  However, my crawl (freestyle) never really moved forward from the point when I stopped having swimming lessons, and overall I considered/consider myself to be a fairly weak swimmer.

    Fast-forwarding to 2014.

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