Weebles wobble, but they don’t fall down.
Did anyone have Weebles as a child? My sister and I did. They were small, chubby folk made of plastic.
Kinda like Playmobile with a weight problem.
They always seemed jolly through it all though – their faces were always smiley and happy.
They were also pretty resilient too as it goes.
The advertising slogan was Weebles Wobble but they don’t Fall down – because you couldn’t knock them over.
They were the plastic epitome of the Chumbawumba lyrics from that “I get knocked down” song that was out in the 1990s.
In lockdown life, I am beginning to relate to the Weebles with every passing day.
For the most part, I’m happy and jolly with the occasional wobble that doesn’t get me down for too long.
Or so I thought.
Turns out some of my wobbles have become a problem and are sticking around.
Specifically, the wobbles on my waistline.
I had that horrible conversation with myself last week. I’ve had it so many times over the years, here’s how it goes:
How did I let myself get to this stage again?
You see, I’d finally bucked up the courage to step on the scales and believe you me I had a major wobble when the number flashed up.
I’d been planning on weighing myself for at least a fortnight but used the excuse of not knowing where my scales were (in reality I hadn’t bothered looking for them because deep down a knew it would be a shocker).
Tell tale signs
I had noticed the usual tell-tale signs – tiredness, lack of motivation, clothes feeling a lot tighter, living in comfy clothes which are bigger sizes – the ones I keep when I know in my heart of hearts I’ve put on weight but I’m not quite ready to admit it.
I carried on regardless.
Since lockdown started, I have treated my eating and exercise with the same disdain as I do at Christmas.
I had completely disregarded healthy eating in any way shape or form. Portions have got bigger, the fruit bowl has been neglected, a chocolate orange now represents one of my five a day.
And as part of my usual quirk – some call it denial – I had been trying to justify to myself that it was ok to do that because of the anxiety and stress of the virus.
When I know deep down by not doing anything, all it’s doing is making me feel worse and not better.
Snacks, chocolate biscuits for breakfast, slobbing in front of the TV every night drowning my sorrows in crisps!
I’m not calling time on treats. But treats have become the norm. And I do NOT want to let it go any further. I will not let my wobbles be the thing that makes me fall down.
And it’s the lies. I’d started telling myself the lies again:
“I can’t get fit during the lockdown it won’t be possible.”
“I like to chill out at night and treat myself”
“I’m feeling worried today so I’ll have three chocolate digestives to cheer myself up”
“I’m walking an hour most days that so will burn it off.”
No more wobbling. It’s time to do something about it and over the next few weeks to keep myself accountable, I’ll be blogging about it.
I got in touch with my friends Rob and Ben at Trinity and I’ve signed up again for their 12 week Fit Over 40 programme.
Stay tuned to find out how I get on! Can I get fit in lockdown? Will I fall off the wobble waggon…let’s find out!