Explorer of Life

I've been going back and forth on whether to write this post. It's not because I don't want to share it, I just want to create a new post and don't have a damn clue what to write it on! But now is as good a time as any to post this.  As we know, I started this blog with the main intention being to encourage myself to look after me by eating healthier and going to the gym. Eating healthier has definitely been going well, despite my eating habits today *pushes 5 Galaxy Ripple packets under the bed* (Edit: I ate two more after posting this. I'm a mess, alright?! Leave me alone). Although the fridge is being a dick and freezing my cucumber and peppers meaning they then go soggy. CHANGE THE SETTINGS ON THE FRIDGE, I hear you cry, but alas, I shan't. I feel like I'm enough of a hassle in this shared house at the moment without throwing another spanner into the works. Following on from that, my mind set hasn't been great. I am not a hassle within this ...

Despite having a jam-packed day of going through everything I own and then for some reason feeling like shit, myself and my friend ventured to the gym to try out our next experimental class: Zumba. But wait, were we sure? Did we read the title properly? No. Of course we fucking didn't. It wasn't just any Zumba, it was Strong by Zumba. Little did we realise what exactly we'd got ourselves in for. The Strong by Zumba website says of itself: " Strong by Zumba combines high intensity interval training with the science of Synced Music Motivation. " It's safe to say that we did not realise this. We died ever so slightly. Considering this, time during the class went pretty quickly- it had been 50 minutes just as we thought it would never end. There's literally no explanation regarding the class that I can give. The website says it all, and it was tough man. But do you know what? We got through it. We fucking got through it. And for the fourth class I...

Today I did my first yoga class. I didn't really know what it entails and I'd never done it before. It was an...interesting experience. I'm totally unsure of how I feel about it.  Let's start with my post-yoga research. Myself and a friend (also a yoga newbie) decided to take a "flow yoga" class. The "flow" meaning that in this practise the movements flow smoothly together. Yoga is meant to help benefit your strength, flexibility and balance. Now, referring back to my very first post (Gym Life Starts Now!), it becomes apparent as to why I'm unsure if I enjoyed it. I want to take part in activities where I feel more active like I've actually done something. Yoga does not suit my aims right now, although it may still be a class that I take part in now and then. My flexibility has always been lacking, and this was definitely proven when taking this class! It would be nice to improve upon this in the future, in which case, I feel yoga will...

I did my first spin class this evening. Fuck man. The following is the result: Now, in my family we don't just gain nice rosy cheeks. Oh, no! We like to take it up to 11. We like to make sure the world knows we're exercising, or blushing, or whatever the hell is making us turn red.  FACT: Charlotte goes red too fucking easily. On to the spin class part: it went pretty well. During the first half I struggled, but once passing the half way mark I settled into it and could cope with my imminent death of cycling. I pushed myself, but didn't go over the top- it was my first gym class and first time using a gym in over 6 years after all. If people were standing up and I couldn't hack it, I'd stay seated, pedalling all the while. I know I am gonna fecking hurt tomorrow and probably not be able to walk on stage for my graduation on Wednesday, but future me will (hopefully) thank me. Overall, I'd recommend a good ole spinaroo. As my spin-experienced a...

EDIT: The awkward moment when the preview of your first post is a picture of your crotch but you don't know how to change it. We're just going to jump straight in here: I'm going to the gym tomorrow. Now, this might be a normal sentence to the average joe, but for me, that is a pretty big thing. Having always wondered why people go to the gym when you can exercise a-plenty in the great outdoors, I'm surprised to find myself excited at the notion of gyming (am I doing this right?). My main reasons for going to the gym is to lose a bit of weight (as some of my favourite clothes have become uncomfortable due to my change in weight/shape), gain a bit of muscle and just get fitter in general. I don't know how much I weigh and don't plan to track this throughout the whole gym thing. I want to rely on my eye. I've always been a lover of my body but recently I've just not been feeling it, so I want to get to the point again where I look in the mirror at al...