Going to the gym is hard work. No, not just the exercise and sweating off the dessert I had the night before. Actually getting up, putting on the cute workout pants I bought specifically to work out, and dragging myself to the gym. You can imagine my utter excitement when I had to go buy new jeans. The size I had been wearing for at least a decade was too loose at the waist, and looked like a deflated balloon over my suddenly firmer backside. Throwing away the old jeans, I resolved to never, ever allow myself to get that big ever again.
Unfortunately, in my excitement, I didn’t set a new goal. I was so focused on what I achieved I lost sight of where I was going. When my workout days would come I would actually argue with myself. I lost weight, I was skinnier, I deserved a day off. So instead of five miles on the treadmill, I sat my skinny self down and relaxed. My day off made it easier to take another day off, which of course snowballed into a week off. I’m sure you see the trend I was refusing to acknowledge.
Spring rolled around and it was time to go shopping for a new swim suit. When I went to get dressed, the new jeans were a little snug. It was ok, I told myself, I would just do a couple extra laps in the pool at the gym once I picked out my new suit. Slowly but surely, those jeans got tighter and tighter. In my refusal to let myself break the vow, I continued to squeeze into those jeans. Luckily they had some stretch in the material, but instead of looking cute, I started to look like an exploded pop biscuit canister. The twenty pounds I had shed found there way back home. Finally the inside seam burst under the strain of my thighs. When I went out to go shopping I had to pick up new jeans in the old size, unfortunately this meant I had spent more money than I anticipated and during all the fluster I never got a new swimsuit.
So there I was, ready and motivated to lose this new weight. Eager to start swimming laps again, as I find it so peaceful and relaxing. The problem? I only had the bathers I wore 20 pounds ago!
Stuff it I thought, I’m taking them and going to the gym. I got myself into this mess, and if I look funny wearing a bikini 2 sizes too small then it’s my fault and should give me good reason to not let it happen again.
I got to the gym, went into the change rooms and pulled out the bikini. My god I thought, how was this going to cover my butt! A few tugs here and there, wiggles of the hips and snapping sounds of threads breaking (this actually happened!) I was in. Well kind of. Bits were bulging here there and everywhere, but I still took it as power and motivation to lose the pounds.
The first lap session went rather well apart from my obvious lack of fitness compared to just a few months prior. The pool wasn’t busy which was a relief for me, and probably the eyes of others too.
I’m considering trying this eat stop eat program as well as well as keeping up physical activity as others have said it has helped them lose weight while maintaining muscle mass. Exactly what I want.
Going to the gym is hard work. I know what I am capable of because I already accomplished it once. It was a lot of sweat and pain that I don’t want to do again. Putting on my swim suit, that is two sizes too small, is a terrible reminder of letting myself go. I don’t want to squeeze into a suit (the poor little thing), but I don’t want to stop swimming laps altogether. So I will start over, at square one, to get myself back to where I was once again instead of moving forward. Except this time I will not take that day off. Getting back into the skinny jeans is not the finish line, merely a mile marker in my weight loss and fitness marathon.