Wednesday, April 18, 2012
On January 8th, I had an "intro" session with a trainer at my gym.
I cried. A lot.
I had joined a new gym because, upon evaluating my finances, I realized I wasn't getting anywhere near my money's worth out of the very pricey gym where I'd had a membership. I considered forgoing a membership altogether and ultimately decided to simply switch to a cheaper facility. With one caveat: I had to start using it.
So there I was, sitting at the trainer's desk. Depressed. No food routine. No exercise routine. No goals. All the knowledge I needed to make myself successful but no motivation. No expectation that I could stick with it. No self esteem to make me believe I was worth the effort.
I told her this. Told her I knew what I would need to do to lose weight: exercise almost every day, record, weigh and measure my foods. I said "I am not willing to commit to that right now. I am not willing to commit to strength training yet. I can commit to cardio 3-4 days per week for at least 40 minutes. That's it."
She was compassionate, but encouraged me to push myself further.
I ignored her. I went to the gym and did cardio 3-4 times per week. Then, I started coming more often. I started a beginner running program. I started strength training. Finally, last of all, I reactivated my spark and started weighing, measuring, and recording what I was eating.
I started calling myself an athlete. I set goals for my running. I began pushing myself on my strength training.
Who knows? Pretty soon I may just up and admit that I do care about weight loss and set some scale related goals.
And today? That same trainer stopped me as I was starting my strength training to comment on my weight loss and how good I look.
12 weeks they say. 12 weeks for other people to notice. I think this week, I have arrived.