At the very big age of 37 (three-seven sounds better), I find myself factually starting over.
The keyword here is: New
New job, new salary, new town, new home, new colleagues, new route driving to and from work, the list goes on. Patiently waiting for the New Man though.
I will not lie to you if I say that it’s NOT overwhelming, especially as I have experienced that the older one gets, the more ‘’conservative’’ one becomes.
However, I am the boldest, daring and most adventurous person you will ever come across.
In my next life, I pray I do not have this much ambition.
Thus, I decided since I am starting over, I may as well also apply it to my lifestyle.
There’s no better time than now.
I have been following a fitness instructor on social media and there was just something about her ambience that lured me in, so, two days ago, we committed to a fitness routine, three times a week, for 60 minutes.
Wait, did I tell you that I am obese?
My apologies, I left out that minor detail. This is where it gets interesting.
So, tipping the scale at 139.5 kgs, I arrived for my first session, very eager, but undoubtedly unfit.
I am not ashamed of my body, infact, I am one of those obnoxious pretty, big girls you might have encountered, or not. I might lack the hot bod, but I have killer legs and I am so aware of it so I flaunt them. I always tell my friends God knew best. Imagine, if I had the hot body to go with the pretty face.
If vanity was a disease, I would be its mother.
I am not going to apologize or make excuses for my obesity but I would like to admit that I have always struggled with my weight.
Baby fat they said, it will disappear as you grow older, they also said.
I tried, maybe not hard enough, and failed – things like genes count against me, my grand dad was a big boned man, my grandmother from my father’s side was also a big boned woman, so you tell me, what are the chances of me being petite?
So the odds have always been against me, and I did not persevere. I accept full responsibility.
The baby came, along with the hormonal issues and when I opened my eyes I was well on my way to 140kgs.
Naturally, I feel embarrassed, disappointed in myself for not keeping a closer eye on that part of my life, but hell, I’ve had a million things to juggle all at once. I am only human.
So don’t you dare judge me. Even if you do, I don’t care.
So back to my first day at the gym.
I almost entered the yonder world, and I am not exaggerating.
I was a busy bee at the new job and didn’t have lunch, so I went to gym with an empty stomach and no fuel for what was waiting for me. After a few exercises I felt distinctly as though I was dying. Dizzy, short of breath – I genuinely thought I was going to faint.
My personal trainer expected this and she is such an angel, well at least for now, she says soon that will change. She helped me through the ‘’almost fainting/almost dying scenario’’. Grateful.
Sixty minutes later, I walked out of there, done with Day 1 of my fitness journey.
Obese or not! I persevered.
Fast forward 48 hours later, I am hurting in places I didn’t know existed, but I showed up at my second session.
So, whoever says you can’t start over and make better decisions that will benefit your quality of life, have clearly not met me.
And this is just the beginning.
Until next time,
xoxo, Curvy Scorpio.
Contributed By: Anke A. Schweickhardt
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