RhoRho
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So today is D-day minus one. I begin my exercise regime tomorrow at the lovely Virgin Active gym half an hour away (walking) from my home.
I know I need to lose between 65 and 83 pounds. I'm leaving it as a range as I don't know what I'll look like when I lose that much weight. All the literature I've read or stumbled upon say a loss of 1-2lbs a week is normal. Well, I'm aiming for 2lbs a week, which means 8 to 10 months. I'll be doing this mainly through exercise, as I dearly want to develop muscle as well. My skin is quite firm, but I don't know whether it's muscle underneath the fat, or it's fat which has become hardened with time.
Well, I have a personal training session at the gym tomorrow, so I guess I'll be properly weighed and everything. I'll also discuss with her exercise options and whether my target is reasonable and all, including setbacks (which I'm praying not to have).
I guess this is something I'll be doing by myself. For some weird reason, my friends seem to like me the way I am, but I think that's stupid because they've always known me to be like this. I think that my friends who are female would not like me to be slimmer than they are because of attention issues (I can't help the feeling that smaller girls like a bigger girl like me to go out with to make themselves look smaller/sexier). My friends who are male say that they like me as I am (as long as I'm healthy) and all guys like a bit of meat on girls, but I think this is crap because they all have small, slim girlfriends while I, and all my 'meat' remain single. I don't know - I guess I have confidence issues. But everyone else in my family / circle of friends is slim so I've always stuck out like a sore thumb and I hate that.
I've spent the last few years finding myself as a person, and getting over issues from my childhood/past with horrible female friends. I think I'm more stable in my head, and this is the final hurdle. This diary is going to be hard because I know I have to record both my progress and my failure, and the thought of failure makes me want to weep. I'm eating the last of my junk food (organic butter biscuits) because I know that as from tomorrow, I'll only be able to have one a day as a mini treat. My plan is to go to the gym in the mornings before work, but that means I might have to exercise on am empty stomach, and I don't know how effective that will be. But I'll discuss all this with the personal trainer tomorrow, I guess. Day zero.
I know I need to lose between 65 and 83 pounds. I'm leaving it as a range as I don't know what I'll look like when I lose that much weight. All the literature I've read or stumbled upon say a loss of 1-2lbs a week is normal. Well, I'm aiming for 2lbs a week, which means 8 to 10 months. I'll be doing this mainly through exercise, as I dearly want to develop muscle as well. My skin is quite firm, but I don't know whether it's muscle underneath the fat, or it's fat which has become hardened with time.
Well, I have a personal training session at the gym tomorrow, so I guess I'll be properly weighed and everything. I'll also discuss with her exercise options and whether my target is reasonable and all, including setbacks (which I'm praying not to have).
I guess this is something I'll be doing by myself. For some weird reason, my friends seem to like me the way I am, but I think that's stupid because they've always known me to be like this. I think that my friends who are female would not like me to be slimmer than they are because of attention issues (I can't help the feeling that smaller girls like a bigger girl like me to go out with to make themselves look smaller/sexier). My friends who are male say that they like me as I am (as long as I'm healthy) and all guys like a bit of meat on girls, but I think this is crap because they all have small, slim girlfriends while I, and all my 'meat' remain single. I don't know - I guess I have confidence issues. But everyone else in my family / circle of friends is slim so I've always stuck out like a sore thumb and I hate that.
I've spent the last few years finding myself as a person, and getting over issues from my childhood/past with horrible female friends. I think I'm more stable in my head, and this is the final hurdle. This diary is going to be hard because I know I have to record both my progress and my failure, and the thought of failure makes me want to weep. I'm eating the last of my junk food (organic butter biscuits) because I know that as from tomorrow, I'll only be able to have one a day as a mini treat. My plan is to go to the gym in the mornings before work, but that means I might have to exercise on am empty stomach, and I don't know how effective that will be. But I'll discuss all this with the personal trainer tomorrow, I guess. Day zero.