Hula Hoop Hips!
Every time I log on to facebook these days there seems to be yet another status from someone training for a half marathon or even a marathon itself! I think it is the age that I am at where friends are coming out of the post baby phase and wanting to lose their baby weight once and for all.
Having four babies in the space of six years meant that it was never really worth me attempting to lose the squidgy belly or the mama love handles my four boys had blessed me with. Now that I have done my bit for the future male population though, it would be nice to get back in shape again.
I have accepted that I am no runner. If my boobs aren’t giving me a black eye then my pelvic floor is reminding me that pushing out four babies is no easy task – you know what I mean ladies! My marathon running husband attempted to get me on the band wagon by coaching me along a run down the canal which ended up in a painful knee and six months of even more painful sciatica!
I used to be a bit of a fitness freak in my pre baby days. I would go down the gym five times a week, if not more. If I missed a day I would get withdrawal symptoms and if I had a chocolate bar as a treat I would beat myself up over the fact that would take twenty minutes extra cardio to work it off.
Nowadays though I have to be a bit more realistic. Looking after four little boys 24 -7 means that I don’t have time to go to the gym. It means that come 9pm after I have finally got them all to sleep (and that’s on a good night!) I am too exhausted to go for a run or put on my latest fitness DVD. It means that I need to eat more chocolate than I ever have eaten before as I damn well need it for my sanity some days.
So, you can imagine my excitement when I discovered a simple new way to exercise this week – the good old fashioned hula hoop! I was laughing at my sixty two year old mum as she told me that this was what she now did to keep fit. I couldn’t resist having a little go though and I was so glad I did. I could feel my tummy muscles tightening after just five minutes of wiggling. I looked quite ridiculous and wasn’t exactly wearing clothing appropriate to cover my wobbly bits but I loved it. It was so much fun and before long I was having a ‘hula off’ (as opposed to a ‘dance off!’) with my six year old son. He had us all standing their gob smacked as he took to it like a pro and quickly racked up a total of 1000 ‘wiggles’! The bar had been set. The competition was on!
I have now bought my own hula hoop. It’s a Davina McCall one that I would highly recommend (and no she isn’t paying me to tell you that!) It’s a chunky padded one perfect for spinning round my mum tum (you can check out my mum tum post here!). The beauty of it is, I can do it whilst watching tv at night or I can do it during the day with the boys as they find it hilarious to watch and can’t wait to have a go themselves.
And as if I don’t embarrass myself enough from time to time on my blog (being a mum of boys you have to have a good sense of humour after all!), I have posted a little vlog of myself for you to see here. Just to prove that I really did do this. And I have also posted a video of my six year old son here who well and truly puts me to shame with the ease with which he spins the hoop around his tiny frame. He asked me to put this on YouTube in the hope that he gets in the Guinness book of world records bless him!