A year ago this week exactly, I joined the gym. In some random bizarre series if events, I was bouncing looking for anything other than fitness, but requirements of other things gave me a goal to do a number of sit ups and (knee) push ups and running to achieve it. So, I found myself in the gym one Saturday morning.
I’n not sure that I really ‘caught’ it for a good few months. I was just focused on getting my arse there and getting over my fear of new places, new people, new things, new fitness type things. By January, when I had used up my ‘kickstart’ mini PT sessions, I knew I had caught something and enlisted the help of an amazing woman who has trained me almost every week since. We set goals – some I thought were absolutely ridiculously crazily impossible (doing a chin up) and some I thought were maybe possible (push ups on my toes) and some just totally related to my confidence (going to a group fitness class by myself).
I’m not sure how much this picture captures how much I ‘caught’. I caught that so much of being healthful and fit is to do with your ‘diet’ and the best ‘diet’ is simply choosing foods that will fuel your body more often than not. I caught that you are entirely responsible for your choices and your feelings can’t dictate those more often than not. I caught that your body will surprise you and surpass your wildest expectations if you help set it up to do that. I caught that to be the best me and live my best life… my health and fitness was the best gift I could give myself and those in my world.
It’s not so much about the number. I didn’t think I could lose 3kg, let alone 10kg. After all, nothing had ever worked before. Even now, my body is shifting and shaping and recalibrating itself to find its ‘happy’ point. All I can do is keep being consistent more often than not and gift it the time and space to do what it needs to do.
It’s not so much about anyone else – the compliments are nice, but you get to a point (as mentioned in a previous post) that people get a bit nasty. You’re sick, you’re obsessed, you’re too thin, too this too that too everything. You learn that no comment is ever personal and what is more important than anything is how you feel when you lay in bed at night, wake up in the morning and every moment in between.
It’s not so much about spending hours and hours pounding the pavement or obsessing about what goes in your mouth. I still laugh (ok a lot) at that misconception. A six pack is created in the kitchen and less than an hour in the gym most days. Muscles are strengthened and personal bests are broken with great planning and an even greater mix of exercises and combinations.
One year ago this week, the day before my birthday I gave myself the greatest gift. I took a step toward being the best me I knew I could be. And every day since then, I have kept taking steps toward that.
Dream. Believe. Achieve.
Anything is possible.