I am not one to go to the gym for hours, or eat plain chicken just to maintain a certain look or fitness level. I am someone who loves food, there is nothing like eating your favorite meal. While I’m not over weight, I want to improve my strength and endurance. Since I got married last year, I have gained back most of the weight I had lost to fit into my dress.
When I went dress shopping for a wedding dress I found one in a size 16 which was a little small. I loved the dress so much that I made a vow to myself to lose the weight and fit into that dress. The woman that worked at the dress shop told me that just about everyone says that but most don’t lose the weight, they actually gain some. So to everyone’s surprise even my own, I lost 40 pounds and actually had to get the dress taken in quite a few times. I was so proud with myself, I had followed through with my plan and exceeded my goal.
Over the past year the weight has creeped back. I haven’t gained it all back but I am determined to lose it and get back down to my wedding weight. I feel like weight is such a sensitive topic, there are so many expectations for woman to look a certain way. Which I don’t vibe with, as long as you are happy and comfortable in your skin then that is all that matters.
I’ve never cared for the gym setting, no matter what gym I join I feel like everyone is judging you. At one gym in particular I have actually witnessed this. This concept makes no sense to me, a gym is a place where transformations take place. It should be a judgement free zone, you should help others who are just beginning their fitness journey. Not belittle them and make them never want to come back again. We all start somewhere, lend a helpful and encouraging hand.
So today I went to a fitness class, I was hesitant at first but went anyways. It was a 30/30 class, 30 minutes of cardio and 30 of mat time. Going in I didn’t know what to expect, I take walks with my dog, go for hikes and ride bikes occasionally but other than that I am not active. The first part was showing up, and the rest I pushed through. There was a time half way through the class were I thought I was going to be sick, or pass out. I kept going, only my mind can hold me back. My body is capable of a lot more than I even know. By the end of the class I was completely soaked in sweat, I wanted to cry and just lay there but I did it. I finished the hardest work out of my life and I didn’t die. I have been completely exhausted since then but I’m so proud of myself that it doesn’t even matter.
When you set out to change your life, push yourself to the limits. See how far you end up going, I’m sure you will surprise even yourself. Don’t listen to the voice in your head that says you can’t, you can do anything you put your mind to. I am proof of that. Set a goal, and exceed it. Give yourself a reason to be proud of yourself.