It's been a few weeks since I have written an update about my quest for physical fitness. I find that holding myself accountable through this blog has helped me maintain focus. It certainly has not been an easy journey to shed the pounds. It has not been nearly as much fun as eating the cupcakes and treats that put on the weight!
been working out now for nearly three months. I left my first gym, but
true to my promise I never actually quit. My incident with the tracker
jackers sidelined my work-outs for a week, the gym refused to credit me
the sessions that I missed, and my contract expired. Considering how
unhappy I was with the facility, the trainers, and my progress, it should
not have come as a surprise to them when I declined another contract.
facility I left was considered a "designer gym." There were private
work-out suites and the only other person in the room was the trainer.
It was the epitome of personalized training. Unfortunately, my trainers
refused to personalize any of the routines to fit my unique needs. I was
never able to establish trust with them making it nearly impossible
for me to feel comfortable. I felt an inordinate amount of pressure to
succeed because I knew the financial investment was great.
My new gym is on the opposite end of the upscale
spectrum. I have joined Planet Fitness which is basically a large room
filled with a variety of machines. In spite of the imposing equipment, I
never felt intimidated as it is touted to be the "No
Judgment Zone." As if it couldn't get better, they give out pizza,
bagels and tootsie rolls! This gym is definitely more my speed.
Fitness offers free personalized training which I have utilized
several times although I typically use the circuit at the back of the
facility. It's fashioned similar to a Curves Gym where each exercise is timed
for one minute and 30 seconds. Cues are provided to switch stations and
prepare for the next machine. The circuit provides a full body work-out
in 30 minutes.
I have been enjoying the circuit so
much that I have begun to do it twice, turning me into a toned
fat-burning machine. Yesterday a man came up to me at the gym and told
me that I was a "nice little piece of tight a$$." Instead of
chastising him for the sexist comment, I simply smiled and replied,
"It's not tight yet, but I'm working on it. Thanks for noticing." It's
been a long time since I've been hit on!
working out without the fancy trainer for almost three weeks. I've
already lost weight, and I can tell a difference in my body shape. I
have learned to push myself to the point of muscle fatigue but not so
far that I am in true pain. I've realized that I know my body best, and
that I'm able to push myself without causing injury. I never thought I
would feel this way about working out, but I really like my new gym!