I, Voyager, am going to get fit.
There, I said it. Now I can be held accountable by the power of teh interwebz.
I’ve mentioned before that I have weight issues, and how it causes me all manner of problems. Yet I’ve been struggling with it for over a year now, so what’s changed? Why am I suddenly so driven to tighten up and what makes it different from all the other times I’ve vowed to lose weight?
It’s not just aesthetics. Oh don’t get me wrong, I hate the way I look, but I always have. When I was a teen doing dance and gymnastics I felt like an elephant even as I would strut around the gym in my shortie shorts and crop top. I felt my early appearing breasts and shapely hips meant that I was overweight compared to the willowy, long waisted girls in my gym and dance classes. I thought that these girls were healthier just because they appeared thinner. Of course, this wasn’t true. .As an insecure teenage girl I felt like any different body shape to mine was better. Even so, I was taking care of my self with my exercise and eating right. And you know what I see now, looking back?
My body when I am fit is, dare I say, nice.
I have hips, a round butt and large breasts but now I know those things aren’t bad for you. My comparatively tiny waist and flat tummy compliment them quite nicely. Unfortunately, due to the layers of fat I’ve laid down, I can’t appreciate my shape anymore. I’m not getting the most out of my body, and that has to change.
Yes, this body of mine is a god given gift. Looking fly would be awesome, but several things have been going on for me recently which have convinced me that I have to start treating this body like the gift it is. I had an accident last month which resulted in a broken wrist, broken ankle and a concussion. I was bed bound for awhile, and of course I couldn’t do any exercise at all. Now that scared me. I was already overweight, and now I can’t walk? Dragging myself around was a real pain, and I couldn’t help wondering, when I started hobbling around again, if supporting my ample weight was slowing the healing process. Luckily I didn’t really have a net weight gain – not walking meant I couldn’t visit the fridge whenever I felt like it! As a result, my fitness is at floor level, and I’ve noticed the difference. I need more to get me through the day.
My goal out of this is to lose 30 kilos. It’s a lot – almost a whole person, but this is best case scenario. If I lose 25, I’ll be at the upper end of the healthy weight range. Anything between 20-30kg will have me feeling like my old slammin’ self again. It’ll be a long hard journey but, as blogger handle suggests, I’m ok with pushing into difficult territory to reach my goals.
Thinking those strong, beautiful thoughts!
Voyager
