When I was offered the opportunity to join a gym for 30 Days, I initially scoffed at the experience. To me a gym was a scene, full of people that intimidated me. Then my thoughts turned to what do I have to lose? Without taking that too literally (I have WEIGHT to lose) I thought I would face my fears and preconceived notions of the gym scene.
Three weeks later and those notions are gone.
Yes, the grunting men that grab their arms as they flex in the mirror exist. Of course there is a handful of long haired women, with full makeup, painted nails, and a perfect tan parading through the gym. But there are more people like me than I could have ever imagined. I've actually become intrigued by all the interesting types of people that I've watched. The best part is, they are all doing their thing and not staring at my every move (oh, the things we can imagine when we are scared).
After the intimidation factor was out of the gym equation, what have I gotten from this experience? First I have to emphasize the huge support three sessions with a personal trainer gave me. My trainer has a fabulous attitude and helped me work through my mental and physical obstacles. I've learned about my physical strengths and weaknesses and am working on creating balance, while on this journey to a new me. Another bonus is the yoga classes that are offered at the gym. They are the most diverse mix of people I've ever experienced in yoga, which to me is a wonderful thing. I love how yoga helps me let go of racing thoughts and just ground myself in being present.
I can honestly say that a month membership isn't enough. When you're on a path to achieving a healthy body through fitness there isn't a set amount of days to get you to your goal, it's a LIFETIME commitment. This past week, I stepped on the scale at 9pm after a workout and it basically brought me to tears. I weighed more then I did when I started. That number surprised me and bummed me out. But I was grounded when a few texts from my personal trainer got my head back to the right place. It's true that it's not about the numbers. Heck, it's only been three weeks and I expect to drop a dramatic number (thanks, biggest loser). I know my weight is shifting and I've lost fat, my jeans are fitting differently. Once again I tell myself, it's not about the numbers.
But my journey doesn't end in thirty days, my journey is a commitment for the rest of my life. Can't wait to see where the new road takes me...
On a related note, I bought this bathing suit last night: It doesn't have a skirt to hide my non-photoshopped thighs, but it's cute. It's fun and best of all, I am determined to wear it.