Earlier this week, I went to the gym for the first time. Ever.
After a consultation with a weight loss coach, and some basic introductions on food, gym machinery and health in general: I have decided to stick to it. I got the bug, you could say. But, it's also more than that... At 29 years of age, I have reached a staggering 340lbs. For obvious reasons this is not okay. But diabetes runs in my family, I have some water retention in my ankles, what was once a comfort in video games and art has become a comfort in food, and I have too many people I want to live for. This cannot continue.
It's a hard step to begin with. And these first few days have been rough. I've never felt so much pain in my arms and legs, as today I did the push/pull sled and I've never struggled so much. Yet, I did it and it's also a good pain. There's also the strength it takes to ignore the habit of overeating, and piecing at every item of food I see. Not to mention the backwards influence of social media having me even thought about loving and accepting myself in the life of being a 5ft 7, 340lb woman. Yes. I love myself. Love myself enough to do what it takes to reach my goal of 180lbs. All struggles come my way, because I'm ready. I find myself reading Berserk again. Guts is one of the many motivators.
Anyways. It's already been an amazing start. I know it will get difficult. But that's what it takes sometimes. I'm so excited to learn, adapt and overcome.
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