Rest easy, this is not another of those super skinny girls who claim to 'need to lose some weight' and in turn cause you to think not-so-nice thoughts about said skinny girl (I can't use the B-word; it's Sunday). THIS IS REAL PEOPLE. I won't share the number on the scale (that's sacrilege!), but I am currently a size 14.
Don't get me wrong, any girl can rock any size. This is is not a betrayal of my fellow plus-size beauties, so you can put your pitch forks down. I've been a big girl since the day I was born (came in at a whopping 4 point something kg) and for the first 18 years of my life I rocked my God-given curves with my chin up and a spring to my step.
I refer to last year as my year of hibernation because I did pretty much of nothing. That, coupled with the fact that I am the poster child for non-athletes, led to weight gain that I wasn't all for flaunting. From the beginning I've declared and strongly felt that 2014 is my year, and so far it has surpassed my expectations. After receiving my admission letter from U of R, I'm kinda on a roll, so guess what? This crazy gal signed up for boot camp! Yup, shit just got serious.
The reason for taking such somewhat drastic measures is because I tried doing it on my own, then I was reminded I'm a big girl for a reason. We've all been through this before. Getting all psyched up and giving yourself a pep-talk about how you'll give up fries/get on that treadmill/ start doing sit-ups tomorrow (this is usually after pigging out on something either deep fried or smothered in chocolate). You'll be on track for the first 4 days, then the despair sets in because, let's face it, some of us were just not built for delayed gratification. Plus, I was getting my weight loss tips from Google for crying out loud! I needed someone who knew their stuff if I had any hope of reaching my weight loss goals.
Thus prompted my decision to look for a boot camp program. I found a convenient one (on Google, no less) whose time I could make & location was easily accessible. Best. Decision. Ever! Sure, I get my ass whooped 3 times a week and leave having all my muscles in agony, but to be honest it feels awesome to be active again. Not to mention it's more bearable when it's a bunch of us groaning in pain. I exercise with a really fascinating & friendly group, & awesome trainers. Plus, ever since I got on this track, I find myself automatically making better choices when it comes to food. I didn't have an epiphany or anything. More like, when I'm tempted to go roam in the fridge, I remember that run I went for, or those blasted burpees, and I think, 'I didn't do all that in vain!' (Actually I think 'get behind me Satan!', but anyway...)
I've been to seven sessions now, and I plan to continue going up until I leave for school. It's not easy, but I believe it's worth it. So for all you chicas out there going through this, you are not alone! And for those waiting for a sign, here it is. START! You're welcome to ask for details on the boot camp, anyone can join.
Keep your eyes peeled for updates.
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