I've sat down to write this blog a thousand times (ha, how many blogs start this way?), and the words never come out quite right. So I'll be brief: I wanted to get fit. I wanted to lose weight and be healthy for my family. So I decided I'd join a gym...that's something I never in a million years thought I'd do, but I felt that if I joined, I'd feel obligated to go. So GoodLife Fitness extended to me a free 3 month membership and I've been going for a few weeks now. I've been tweeting using the #Twitterfit hashtag and have had such overwhelming support, it almost makes me tear up. Almost. My family has been just SO supportive, too. It's incredible.
I thought I'd have more to say about the process, but it seems I just don't. I took my measurements, my weight, I blogged about being 40% fat...and then I just stopped wanting to talk about it. Is it a fear of failure? Is it a desire for privacy? I'm really not sure.
But I know this: I absolutely love going to the gym. I hate the build-up, I hate convincing myself to go, but once I'm there, I'm in heaven. The Body Pump and Body Flow classes at GoodLife nearly killed me, I'm sure of it, but I loved every minute.
And I sit here this weekend, sick as a dog, and very disappointed that I just can't go work out.
I haven't lost any weight, I haven't lost any inches, but I have gained so much confidence and pride that I'm just so excited about seeing what I can accomplish. I finally feel like this is possible. Taking control and taking the first steps to fitness and health have made all the difference in how I feel. And there's nothing in the world that can buy that sense of satisfaction.