I went back. Mainly because I told all of you that I would. And because my body was aching so I thought more exercise would make it stop.
This time we did “suicides”. You can tell by the name that they really do make you feel like you’re killing yourself. We also did sets of lunges and pushups. The whole time I was doing these, I had a blend of emotions. I was angry at my trainer for not letting me stop when I was tired. I was angry at my body for not being naturally slim. I was angry at myself for not being able to control my eating habits. I was angry at the whole world for making me feel fat. I angry at myself for being so un-fit.
At the end of the workout, I felt far much better and I realised that I hadn’t felt like throwing up this time. If that isn’t a sign of progress, I don’t know what is.
I asked him when I’d be fit enough to stop this horrid torture and he told me never. To explain it he asked me, “In your many years of employment, have you ever quit work because you have got all the money you’ll ever need?” Of course I haven’t. The same way we earn money, spend it and continuously earn some more is the same we need workout. Its a lifestyle now, there’s no turning back. Once I reach my optimum level of fitness, I can’t stop. I need to work to stay there.
This brings a lot of things to my mind like I need to always plan my meals in order to eat healthy. I need to buy more workout clothes if I’ll be working out this often. I need a scale to track my weight.
So there you have it. I have signed up for the bootcamp and I’ll be there every Monday, Wednesday and Friday for the next 3 weeks until my mid-semester break is over. I’ve talked my boyfriend into coming and he might be there in the next session. That should make for an interesting blog post. I can’t wait to watch him experience the pain *evil laugh*.
Until then, its hard work and perseverance.