Five months ago I very reluctantly started a fitness journey that most people were unaware of. It had been on my mind for quite a while, the better part of 2013, but like anyone I was scared. Scared of failure, scared of the unknown, scared of having to push myself in a way that I never have. You could say I went kicking and screaming…with every excuse in the book. Thank the stars for my trainer who with every ounce of patience in the world calmly answered all my questions, and shot down every excuse I gave her.
I have learned recently that I lack confidence in myself, and my abilities. I am scared of failure, and I think that I have learned to set the bar low in my life for anything and everything, that way when I succeed and surpass that bar I feel much more satisfaction than I normally would. The result of all this is that I am never that person to take a huge leap of faith. I dislike change, and I am scared of anything that I know will take a huge amount of effort on my part.
My trainer, bless her heart, asked me to give her four weeks. Just one month to trust her and do everything she asked of me and see what happened. I feel like I can do anything for four weeks, and if I didn’t like it I would be done with it. What did I have to lose really? I wasn’t on a time crunch, I didn’t have an event coming up I had to drop 50 pounds in 3 days for. I simply wanted to do something that I have never been able to do before, create my dream body, no matter how long it took. If it was possible to fix every single thing that I hated about my body, I didn’t care how long it would take, I was in.
Fast forward two weeks….all hell breaks loose. I have my first check in, my numbers haven’t budged and I was actually up an inch in my waist and biceps. My pictures all look exactly the same to me. This is not working, and as I had always told myself, I am different. I am the exception to the rule. This is my body, this is what I will always look like, thanks mom, thanks genetics, I just need to accept it and find some way to love it.
But, I had put in so much work and effort with no result I was even more defeated then when I had started. She told me not to give up, that it would come. Well I had nothing else to do with my free time, so I just kept going, results or not.
Then it happened. I measured myself for my second check in at four weeks and took some new pictures. I was so shocked! I couldn’t believe what I was looking at! Five whole inches gone, one of which was in my quads alone. I was so proud, I started sending my before and after pictures to every single person that knew I was doing this program.
So here I am, 5 month and ten pounds of pure fat later, writing this blog to share my experience with anyone and everyone who may be interested. Please let me know anything you would like to see here, or for me to discuss. This is a positive only zone, and we will have lots of fun!
Started November 2013.