Want to get fit quick? Lose weight? Shed excess belly fat? How’d you like stunning legs? Have that perfect Beach-babe body that everyone else is just desperate for- in just three weeks? I will tell you how to achieve the body you’ve always dreamed of.

Keep reading.

The Answer is simple and I can guarantee that it works. It works like a charm. It’s effective. You’ll feel great. You’ll look great.

Keep reading

However

Here’s the truth.

It’s hard. It’s really hard. You know you can’t drop three dress sizes in three weeks. Knock it off. It’s ridiculous. If you did manage that – somehow – I’m guessing it would involve something remarkably horrible and you’d soon be on your way to hospital.

Well. I’m Kitty Fitton. I am not a doctor or a health professional, but I know a heck of a lot about living with chronic illness and Parkinson’s. I’m often told how ‘lucky’ I am and how great it is that I still look ‘normal’ after eight years of living with a Parkinson’s diagnosis.

I’m not lucky. I have a degenerative disease. No matter how much I wish it were true, there is NOTHING I can do to reverse the damage being done to my brain. I cannot stop this from happening. However, in conjunction with medication, I can exercise.

Exercise is good for us. Wow. Who knew? We all know it’s good for us, yet by nature, by design even, humans are wired to eat when they find food and conserve energy by sitting about. Way back when, in the mists of time, even before television, when we were grunting and foraging about for worms and… stuff, (they always seem to talk about berries and nuts but I’m not sure they’re available all year round) our main source of protein had a tendancy to run away. This meant that humans also had to run around in order to survive. Then they’d sit about a bit before running around again.

Even only 50 or so years ago many people worked in manufacturing or active jobs. Look at the waistlines of people from the 1950’s. There’s not a lot of overweight people. Activity and rationing saw to that.

We need to amble to the fridge.

But I digress.

It’s no secret that I dislike exercise. Most of us do. There’s nothing amazing about me. I’m just like you, struggling to not eat all the sweeties, drink the things that are bad for me and attempt an overdose of fried food. I try to regularly exercise because I know it’s good for me but I fall off the wagon now and again.

OK – a lot.

However in November I was struggling. My left knee had begun to give me issues. I couldn’t climb stairs. It buckled on me once or twice going down steps. That was terrifying. It hurt to even walk uphill. I was scared.

But I have Parkinson’s. When I go to the doctor they say ‘it’s a symptom’, go away. I find them incredibly unhelpful sometimes. So what do I do? It was suggested I visit a local private gym that specialises in rehabilitation. After an initial assessment I was given a programme to follow. The awful bit – I had to do these exercises three to four times a week for them to be effective.

They weren’t easy for me. I found them difficult. However, after only one week, I could walk upstairs. I found that a week later I could confidently walk upstairs without any pain at all.
Want to get fit quick? Lose weight? Shed excess belly fat? How’d you like stunning legs? Have that perfect Beach-babe body that everyone else is just desperate for- in just three weeks? I will tell you how to achieve the body you’ve always dreamed of.

Keep reading.

The Answer is simple and I can guarantee that it works. It works like a charm. It’s effective. You’ll feel great. You’ll look great.

Keep reading

However

Here’s the truth.

It’s hard. It’s really hard. You know you can’t drop three dress sizes in three weeks. Knock it off. It’s ridiculous. If you did manage that – somehow – I’m guessing it would involve something remarkably horrible and you’d soon be on your way to hospital.

Well. I’m Kitty Fitton. I am not a doctor or a health professional, but I know a heck of a lot about living with chronic illness and Parkinson’s. I’m often told how ‘lucky’ I am and how great it is that I still look ‘normal’ after eight years of living with a Parkinson’s diagnosis.

I’m not lucky. I have a degenerative disease. No matter how much I wish it were true, there is NOTHING I can do to reverse the damage being done to my brain. I cannot stop this from happening. However, in conjunction with medication, I can exercise.

Exercise is good for us. Wow. Who knew? We all know it’s good for us, yet by nature, by design even, humans are wired to eat when they find food and conserve energy by sitting about. Way back when, in the mists of time, even before television, when we were grunting and foraging about for worms and… stuff, (they always seem to talk about berries and nuts but I’m not sure they’re available all year round) our main source of protein had a tendency to run away. This meant that humans also had to run around in order to survive. Then they’d sit about a bit before running around again.

Even only 50 or so years ago many people worked in manufacturing or active jobs. Look at the waistlines of people from the 1950’s. There’s not a lot of overweight people. Activity and rationing saw to that.

We need to amble to the fridge.

But I digress.

It’s no secret that I dislike exercise. Most of us do. There’s nothing amazing about me. I’m just like you, struggling to not eat all the sweeties, drink the things that are bad for me and attempt an overdose of fried food. I try to regularly exercise because I know it’s good for me but I fall off the wagon now and again.

OK – a lot.

However in November I was struggling. My left knee had begun to give me issues. I couldn’t climb stairs. It buckled on me once or twice going down steps. That was terrifying. It hurt to even walk uphill. I was scared.

But I have Parkinson’s. When I go to the doctor they say ‘it’s a symptom’, go away. I find them incredibly unhelpful sometimes. So what do I do? It was suggested I visit a local private gym that specialises in rehabilitation. After an initial assessment I was given a programme to follow. The awful bit – I had to do these exercises three to four times a week for them to be effective.

They weren’t easy for me. I found them difficult. However, after only one week, I could walk upstairs. I found that a week later I could confidently walk upstairs without any pain at all. This is the part where most people stop. The issue is fixed, there’s no reason to continue.

Yet I’m not most people. I have a horrible disease. I could tell that after only a few short weeks my mobility had improved. My ability to move, to pick things up off the floor, to live a better life.

So I continued paying out a not-insubstantial sum for the private gym. I’ve been there for almost six months and aside from a slip at Christmas (who doesn’t slip at Christmas?) I’ve been there 3 to 4 times a week, every week.

I can seen the changes in my body, they’re starting to happen. I can move better, do things more easily than before. Some people might think I’ve beaten Parkinson’s. I’ve not beaten it, sadly I think I never will. I’m typing this now with slower fingers as I wait for my meds to work.

But I do still work.

Getting to the gym is not easy. It requires dedication and effort. I use my lunchtime or go after work, which means I don’t get family time until after 6pm. Being at the gym itself is challenging and difficult. I cried in front of my instructor once. She thought I was in pain. I kind of was, but not the kind she thought. I was in anguish that my body tries to hold me back.

So yes, the body of your dreams is right there already. You’re in it right now, you’re not getting another. The only question is – how much do you want it?

Until next time, Kitty.