Gym Super Star, right here (toot toot my own horn!). If you go to Golds @ Willow Lawn (or just want to go in there and see how awesome I am) check out the wall above the cubbies or the Personal Trainers desk and see your gal!
When I first started down this road, I planned to blog about it. Well, actually I planned to keep a running word document to be posted later. Like many other good intentioned ideas, I forgot to write anything more than my initial post. So, I’ve gone back and put it into past tense and added my current reflection of life at the gym over the past 6 months. It’s a long post, but I hope that someone who comes across it, friend or stranger, finds some level of inspiration and hope for themselves. Here it is:
Back at the end of September some friends got together for a little visit, as always, we took the standard “girl group pic” and as always, someone posted it on Facebook. I cried. Seriously, tears rolling down my cheeks. Why this picture, why now? I don’t know. There are tons of pictures of myself I’ve hated over the past years. In general I tried to hide in the back, no easy feat when you’re short! In my head I knew what size I was and what I really looked like. Standing in front of the mirror I could twist and bend and convince myself I wasn’t as big as I really was. Pictures don’t lie and this one was staring me in the face.
After the tears dried up, I decided to join the gym. Walking in that door was honestly one of the most difficult days of my life, but I had to face the demon. All day I debated whether or not to sign up for personal training. I really couldn’t afford it, but I decided it was worth the expense to get my life back together. I was genuinely scared of the gym and a nervous wreck all day the first day I met with the trainer. Pretty quickly during that workout I realized how truly out of shape I was. Everything seemed impossible and at that moment I thought maybe I’d made a mistake. Wouldn’t staying fat and unhealthy just be easier? Of course my excessively logical side kicked in and I realized that it’s not.
Soon enough the training became fun and I really loved the weekly push to lift something heavier, do something better, and go a little farther. Pretty soon the hard work started to pay off. Each week got a little more challenging, in a positive way! The area I dubbed “the man room” (aka the weight room) became my second home. I was secretly motivated by all the crazy meatheads back there. Not that I want to be a Jersey Shore-esque kinda gal, but seeing even the weakest looking guys back there made me want to push myself and be strong… for a girl of course!
As I reflect back on the past 6 months or so, I think about the things that really made me feel like I made it and I could keep making it. Making life better, making myself better, making this journey better.
1. The 1st time I bought pants a size smaller
2. The 2nd, 3rd times, 4th times I bought smaller pants!
3. The day I took 10 bags stuffed full of clothes to Goodwill.
4. The day squats became a piece of cake (so of course the trainer was like, oh let’s add weight to this… hm, great!)
5. The day I benched more than just the 45 lb bar (65lbs, whoo, haha!)
6. The day I ran 5 minutes without stopping. Then the day I ran 10. I’m by no means a runner, but I’m working on building up to being one!
I know my trainer will probably never see this, because honestly I’m a little embarrassed by just putting it out there in the blogosphere, I couldn’t imagine showing it to him. Never the less, I am so grateful for him (and yes I've told him that!) and all his encouragement, motivation, and never ending faith that I could do it! I am forever indebted to him to teaching me how to be an effective exerciser. I’ve become a better person for it! I can’t sing the praises of personal trainers enough for anyone out there who’s thinking about getting fit! It is seriously the best investment you can make in yourself.
6 months, 40 pounds, 15% body fat, 4 dress sizes…. GONE! The journey hasn’t ended yet, I’m just on to bigger and better goals. Okay, now I’m crying again, but this time they are happy tears!
New goals for 2013:
1. Do 5 legit pull ups all on my own
2. 20 good, easy push-ups not on my knees
3. Run a 5 or 10k