We control our lives. We control the time we get up in the morning, the food we eat, the friends we have, and our lifestyle. For most, lifestyle is simple: sedentary or active. When I was a kid I had a high metabolism. I could eat whatever I wanted, and my thin body remained the same. Of course, high metabolism doesn’t last forever. During my last year of college, my lifestyle shifted to sedentary. I was eating out, snacking at night, drinking, not exercising and sitting on my butt, stressed out night after night. I maintained a 4.0 GPA but failed to control my weight. In that year I put on nearly 30 pounds. My mom told me she hardly recognized me when I moved back home in May. These words, though tough to hear, were true – I’d lost control.
Things took a turn for the worst after a doctor’s visit. I found out my cholesterol was high and that I was pre-diabetic. Things needed to change. In December, my dad surprised my mom with a gym membership to a new place less than a mile away. In January, the gym offered a huge membership discount. For support, my mom said she’s pay for half of my membership.
As a new member, I started going several times a week. The fitness loft was clean with brand new equipment. I quickly found a workout routine I enjoyed. I’ve been going for over three months now, and I’m hooked! I’m not at my goal weight, but I’m down several pounds. I can see a difference when I stand in front of my full-length mirror – Even my boyfriend comments on my slimmer figure when he hugs me.
“Fitness is not about being better than someone else… It’s about being better than you used to be.”
I wish I hadn’t let things get so out of control during college, but I can’t change the past. I learned my lesson. I no longer have a high metabolism, so I need to pay attention to how I treat my body. I’ve also learned that results aren’t immediate. The most frustrating part about working out is waiting for your results, and I think that’s why people don’t follow through. Whether I’m on the elliptical machine, walking the track, lifting weights, doing crunches or wiping the sweat off my forehead, I feel empowered. Even though there may be people there in better shape than me, I’m focused on my progress, which is the way it should be.