I felt fat. I would make sure I wasn’t eating too many calories. I’d visit the gym here and there and each time I’d feel guilty for not coming back for weeks on end. I stepped on the scale– 4 lbs gained. That was miraculous, all things considered.
While meeting up with some friends from Instagram during the Steel City Instameet I felt bloated and fat– the new jeans I had bought last year were barely fitting– they fit alright last year, not great but still better than now. I was convinced I was getting bigger. There was a group photo taken that I didn’t see immediately, but I’ll get to that in a minute.
I tried to get a gym membership closer to me. I went to Gold’s downtown but the insurance wouldn’t pay for it and I definitely didn’t want to shell out the cash. I knew there was a gym 5 minutes away from me on the bus but I thought, “It’s in my neighborhood, sort of and this is a pretty poor town. I don’t want to go to a hood gym.” But I changed my mind after I saw a guy come out of there, young, fit, and articulate, wearing a Fitness 19 shirt. I decided I’d give it a shot, knowing my insurance would pay for a few gym memberships.
I went to the grocery store, a shopping center that Fitness 19 was in. Signed up. Did my shopping. Got bored and headed back there to workout. It was great, though I felt lost in the new gym. I didn’t stay long, maybe 30 minutes but decided I wanted to come back the next day and I did. It is Thursday early morning on the East Coast so I went on Tuesday and Wednesday, something I would have never done last year.
So new beginnings. I am actually excited to go now. I am eating better. I am more active in fitness communities. I’m back!!
That group picture? I didn’t look as fat as I thought and my non-existing booty is now getting there. I am excited about fitness all over again.
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