Work hard. Results will come.

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.

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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.

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