|Always the dreamer|
Two years ago my husband decided to "surprise" me for my birthday.
Oh no.....it appears not! Then a few days later more dreaded words "I've booked a babysitter. Don't forget to wear your sneakers" WHAT, SNEAKERS! OMG I haven't worn sneakers in years. Crap, don't even know if I own any! Oh silly girl, he's joking. You don't wear sneakers to a restaurant. Yes, delusionsal me still thought that he was kidding and we were going to a restaurant.
The big day arrives. Its now 2 days after my birthday and the outing is here. What to wear. Well I want to look good so hair and make-up = check! Hmmm he's said wear comfortable clothing. Thats okay, nice t-shirt and pants just in case we are actually going out for lunch....funny boy. Sneakers....hmmm only have $20 Wharehouse jobs but that'll be fine. Silly boy knows I don't need sneakers for getting from couch to clothesline (letterbox is a motorbike job!)
Then we arrive. A fit, sprightly, good looking, no fat, muscley woman BOUNCES out of her garage. "Hello" she says. "Do you know why your here"
"No" I laugh. Still clueless. Looking around. I see a garage and a fit attractive active woman who I think I'll dislike just for looking so good! "Lets go for a warm up jog" WHAT, A WARM UP JOG. GW, WHAT HAVE YOU GOT ME INTO!!!!!
I jog across the road. Stop. Got the stitch. Chins hurt. Ankle hurts. Crap she wants me to go around the block!!!! I've only crossed the road and I hurt! So she agrees we can walk. DOUBLE CRAP....this mad woman wants to talk. I can't pant and hide the fact I'm unfit AND TALK!
Then......she wants me to .......BOX!!!!! She tells me how to stand. I hold back tears as my ankles hurt. Not tears of pain, yep tears of embarrasment! However, I survive the half hour and ENJOY IT! And find myself saying "yes, I'll come back on Thursday"
That will be two years on February 23rd! And yes, I still go twice a week and still love it. I can jog a small distance, I can do push ups (aim to get on my toes this year) I can even do the dreaded planks...on my toes! I can finally give her a decent punch and I enjoy it.
The biggest block for me was the mental block. I remember the 4 week mark and just wanting to give up but she helped me push through. That was my toughest time by far.
Now, I have to work on my nutrition and motivation. All the exercise in the world isn't going to help if I still eat like a pig!! I also need a new challenge so here I am.
|At my 21st. One day I'll look this good again!|
|Uggh The "Fat" Paula|