Yesterday marked 2 months since I joined the Y and started changing my story. In these past 9 weeks I have gone to the gym 5 times each week with very few exceptions. I have used the treadmill, the elliptical, and the free weights. I have had 8 appointments with my personal trainer and I have lost – wait for it – 15 pounds and several inches around my waist, hips and other, errr, areas.
And you know, that weight loss thing is a huge deal. Seeing the scale go down and down has motivated me and inspired me to work harder and eat mindfully. It means I’ve dropped a whole clothing size and I don’t cringe when I look in the mirror now. I feel like it’s starting to show although I’m still waiting for someone who doesn’t know I’ve been working out to notice and that hasn’t happened yet.
But there’s something that’s more important than those 15 pounds. It’s the way I feel. I feel strong and proud of myself for the first time in a very long time. I feel excited about life and I look forward to going to the gym each day. It’s as if I spent the last 10 years sleepwalking through my life and now I’m WIDE AWAKE and full of energy and ready to take on the world. A switch was flipped in my head on May 22nd and I’ve become a person who enjoys exercise. Even as I write those words I sort of can’t believe it. Me. Exercising and enjoying it. Wow. I love challenging myself to go further, push harder, run longer, walk faster. That first day at the gym I could run for 10 seconds. 10 seconds, people. Now I can run for a full 3 minutes at a time and I’m working on the Couch to 5K training program – I’ve even signed up for my first 5K. I’m pretty sure I won’t be running the whole race but I’m going to do my best and even though I’m terrified I’m going to do it.
This is the only life I have, the only body I’ve got, and I’m making it better.
I am changing my story.