This week I’ve been in Nottingham to work, so I’m playing a little bit of catch up!
Being away from home, I didn’t get to the gym as I have been trying to do. But I did make sure to pack my new bikini so I could go swimming.
I went on Monday evening, and pushed all my worry about what people might think aside and totally rocked that ‘kini.
I felt amazing afterwards; full of energy from the swim, and full of confidence and pride that I was brave enough once again to do it.
Every time I wear a bikini, my confidence swells just a little bit. It gets easier, and you do learn to realise that most people don’t give a hoot what you’re wearing because they are so wrapped up in their own things.
Realising this, I have learnt to realise that I’m happiest when I dress for myself, rather than anyone else. And it shows in how I carry myself; my stance, my walk, how I hold my head high. In my smile.
It is honesty a revelation that I wish I had years ago.
This wasn’t meant to be a post about dressing for yourself! It is supposed to be about getting fit. Well…I exercised! Swimming is such a good exercise, and I definitely felt like I worked my muscles well; it’s been a while since I’ve swam. I’m pleased I packed so I could make use of the facilities.
Next week, I will be back in the gym though. Determined to push myself towards a higher level to fitness. Slowly and sustainabley.