I joined a gym. I’ve been trying since Bean was three months old (so four months ago) to lose this baby weight. I’ve had limited carbs, no cheese, no dessert; walked a little each day, did yoga weekly, took a bike ride now and then. All the while wondering why women, after all we go through to carry and have a baby, can’t lose the baby weight immediately after birth as a consolation prize. But I haven’t seen the progress I want in losing weight.
What pushed me was that a friend referred me, and I thought that having a partner in crime would force me to turn up each day, rather than procrastinate at home.
I heard the phrase, “Honor your commitments, not your feelings” from a motivational speaker at a working mom’s conference I went to the other week (which I want to blog about at some point). It was on my mind as I dragged myself to meet my friend and check out the gym.
And so I found myself at Lifetime Fitness in Fairfax last Monday morning at 9am sharp. I was excited to be doing something good for myself, but at the same time didn’t really want to be there. I mean, it’s the gym. However, I was committed to showing up.
I made it there three times in my first week of membership. And I was feeling great about honoring my committment – until I had a fitness assessment by a personal trainer who rightly suggested that I join a weight loss program and drop another $1,000 to do so. Oh, and that I had a certain percentage of body fat, which shall remain absent here. I immediately started worrying about how I couldn’t possibly lose weight if I didn’t add this next level of services from the gym. I already felt defeated before I really started.
Then I remembered some things about my workout history: I was committed to running a half marathon once, and I did it despite never running before. I lost weight for my wedding and looked great.
How am I feeling? Tired and overwhelmed and overscheduled. But what am I committed to? Losing 20 pounds, looking lean and feeling healthy.
So, can you pass me that dumbbell over there?