smokey2
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Hey everyone,
I have been reading over a couple users journals, and I feel like I should start one for myself as well. I've been wanting to do one, but when I actually have the time to sit down and do one, I just don't feel like it anymore. So I am going to begin by just going over the past few months, because I feel like I should've started the first day I joined the gym. So you guys are going to be reading a condensed, quick version. Enjoy!
I joined the gym on October 26th, 2009. I finally realized that I had had enough of being fat! I have been overweight since as long as I can remember. I can honestly say I've never seen a 'skinny' version of myself, and that revelation made me sick to my stomach! So I got a ride to the gym, made myself walk through those doors (whereas before I was terribly afraid of what people would think about me) and got a tour. At the end of this tour, the girl gave me the membership plans, and I signed up. I was pumped, but at the same time worried. Was I going to be able to stick with this? I really didn't want to let myself down, but I knew if I told her the usual "Well let me think about this, and I'll get back to you" I would change my mind. So I dove in, head first, into the best thing that has happened to me in a while.
My first day at the gym was a fitness consultation. I had to be weighed, measured, and all that fancy stuff. I started at 347. For some reason though, that number didn't scare me. I knew I wasn't going to be that big for long.
I signed up for a personal trainer, albeit temporary (12 sessions), just so I could be taught the correct ways of using the exercise equipment (I really didn't feel like throwing out my back or something.) After my consultation, I had my FIRST workout. Ever. It was quite exciting I must say. Going in I was extremely nervous, because I thought people would be judging me because I am so big. But to be honest, I never even noticed anyone while I was working out. I just zoned out, and watched the TV.
The sessions with my trainer went really well. At the beginning, he said he was going to push me harder then he has pushed anyone. That scared me, but also gave me this feeling like, he must see something in me that I don't see right now. He definitely lived up to his word, and I can proudly say I never gave up. As much as my feet, legs, and arms ached, I kept at it. I realized that this 'pain' I was feeling, was just ME trying to convince myself to stop. I have always given myself excuses through out life. So when I would keep going, I would just tell myself "shut up! it doesn't hurt!" or even, just to keep going. I would say that out loud. "You can do it!"
I did a lot of circuit training with my trainer. He told me that it was going to be tough, and that at the end of the session I would probably hate him. Let me tell you, it HURT. I have never experienced that sort of pain. When I would normally stop to take a drink, or catch my breath, he would tell me to keep going. And I realized that I CAN push myself. I really learned to enjoy those circuits, because after I was all showered and on with my day, I felt great!
I am now finished my sessions with my personal trainer. The weekend before my last day with the trainer, I got sick. Darn winter. So of course I couldn't go to the gym, and of course I felt terrible. Even though it was out of my control, I still felt horrible that I wasn't going.
At the beginning of my last session (December 22nd, 2009) he gave me a print out of all the workouts he made me do, and the circuit he made me do. He ran me through that, and at the end he weighed me. I was really excited, until I had to stand on the scale. I had been weighing myself through out the weeks, but I was extremely afraid the number would be bad or something. With this scale, it prints out your results, which is why I was a little afraid. The result? 315 pounds. When he told me, I just about nearly jumped for joy. 32 pounds in 2 months? I was ecstatic. I think everyone secretly hopes they can lose 50 pounds a month, but realistically, 32 pounds is pretty good! It just made me get this burst of energy that I wanted to keep going, and do even better.
Then I couldn't go to the gym until December 28th. Because of the Christmas schedule at the gym, and my hectic work schedule, also because of christmas, they just didn't agree with each other. Then of course, Christmas Eve and Boxing Day had short hours. Christmas Day was closed (of course). So I went the 28th, 29th, and the 30th. I missed 2 days again, because New Years Eve was limited hours and I worked within those hours, and News Years Day was of course closed. I feel like I haven't gone in a while, but all of that is out of my control I guess, so I can't be too worried. I made sure to watch what I eat.
Anyways, this is an extremely long post, and for that I am sorry! Just had to let everyone know my story, so I can continue on and post a lot more!
Thanks for reading,
Jeremy
I have been reading over a couple users journals, and I feel like I should start one for myself as well. I've been wanting to do one, but when I actually have the time to sit down and do one, I just don't feel like it anymore. So I am going to begin by just going over the past few months, because I feel like I should've started the first day I joined the gym. So you guys are going to be reading a condensed, quick version. Enjoy!
I joined the gym on October 26th, 2009. I finally realized that I had had enough of being fat! I have been overweight since as long as I can remember. I can honestly say I've never seen a 'skinny' version of myself, and that revelation made me sick to my stomach! So I got a ride to the gym, made myself walk through those doors (whereas before I was terribly afraid of what people would think about me) and got a tour. At the end of this tour, the girl gave me the membership plans, and I signed up. I was pumped, but at the same time worried. Was I going to be able to stick with this? I really didn't want to let myself down, but I knew if I told her the usual "Well let me think about this, and I'll get back to you" I would change my mind. So I dove in, head first, into the best thing that has happened to me in a while.
My first day at the gym was a fitness consultation. I had to be weighed, measured, and all that fancy stuff. I started at 347. For some reason though, that number didn't scare me. I knew I wasn't going to be that big for long.
I signed up for a personal trainer, albeit temporary (12 sessions), just so I could be taught the correct ways of using the exercise equipment (I really didn't feel like throwing out my back or something.) After my consultation, I had my FIRST workout. Ever. It was quite exciting I must say. Going in I was extremely nervous, because I thought people would be judging me because I am so big. But to be honest, I never even noticed anyone while I was working out. I just zoned out, and watched the TV.
The sessions with my trainer went really well. At the beginning, he said he was going to push me harder then he has pushed anyone. That scared me, but also gave me this feeling like, he must see something in me that I don't see right now. He definitely lived up to his word, and I can proudly say I never gave up. As much as my feet, legs, and arms ached, I kept at it. I realized that this 'pain' I was feeling, was just ME trying to convince myself to stop. I have always given myself excuses through out life. So when I would keep going, I would just tell myself "shut up! it doesn't hurt!" or even, just to keep going. I would say that out loud. "You can do it!"
I did a lot of circuit training with my trainer. He told me that it was going to be tough, and that at the end of the session I would probably hate him. Let me tell you, it HURT. I have never experienced that sort of pain. When I would normally stop to take a drink, or catch my breath, he would tell me to keep going. And I realized that I CAN push myself. I really learned to enjoy those circuits, because after I was all showered and on with my day, I felt great!
I am now finished my sessions with my personal trainer. The weekend before my last day with the trainer, I got sick. Darn winter. So of course I couldn't go to the gym, and of course I felt terrible. Even though it was out of my control, I still felt horrible that I wasn't going.
At the beginning of my last session (December 22nd, 2009) he gave me a print out of all the workouts he made me do, and the circuit he made me do. He ran me through that, and at the end he weighed me. I was really excited, until I had to stand on the scale. I had been weighing myself through out the weeks, but I was extremely afraid the number would be bad or something. With this scale, it prints out your results, which is why I was a little afraid. The result? 315 pounds. When he told me, I just about nearly jumped for joy. 32 pounds in 2 months? I was ecstatic. I think everyone secretly hopes they can lose 50 pounds a month, but realistically, 32 pounds is pretty good! It just made me get this burst of energy that I wanted to keep going, and do even better.
Then I couldn't go to the gym until December 28th. Because of the Christmas schedule at the gym, and my hectic work schedule, also because of christmas, they just didn't agree with each other. Then of course, Christmas Eve and Boxing Day had short hours. Christmas Day was closed (of course). So I went the 28th, 29th, and the 30th. I missed 2 days again, because New Years Eve was limited hours and I worked within those hours, and News Years Day was of course closed. I feel like I haven't gone in a while, but all of that is out of my control I guess, so I can't be too worried. I made sure to watch what I eat.
Anyways, this is an extremely long post, and for that I am sorry! Just had to let everyone know my story, so I can continue on and post a lot more!
Thanks for reading,
Jeremy
