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Day 1: Hit The Floor.

Tonight was the first time in months that I stepped back into a public gym...



Whenever I'm starting (or re-starting in this case) something new, I feel like a complete and utter fish out of water. I am not graceful by all means, every motion is awkward and it hurts, and times I feel like I'm never going to get it.

 I won’t lie to any of you, it has been awhile since I’ve really done anything, be in the gym or eat healthy. And let’s call a spade a spade.  I’ve gained all my weight back and then some more. I’m ashamed of myself and my body. I let this get a head of me, I slipped back into bad unhealthy habits.
But what bothered me the most where the “gym rats” (and I use this loosely because that aren’t anything near being “fit” themselves) in the corner who were making fun of me the moment I stepped inside the gym. Their comments that they were saying were just in my ear shot and they knew I could hear them. Every time I looked back at them they would give this stupid smirk.

Excuse me, but you are no better than me. We all started from the same place. So keep your Twinkie loving comments to yourself.

Why yes the Holidays were rough on me, but is that any of your business? The only thing that matters is that I am HERE. No, this isn’t a new year’s resolution. No, I’m not going to quit. And the clear stupidity of who I was and why I was there is none of their concern. 

However, I let what they said get to me, it bothered me so much I couldn’t focus. I couldn’t finish my workout. I went in feeling good and confident but I left feeling defeated. I let their stupid remarks get to me. And that’s the problem: I let it get to me.
I always thought “gym goers” had a sacred bond between one another, I guess I thought that they would be encouraging, and not trying to rip others apart. I mean we all start from the same place. Being mean and disrespectful isn’t helping anyone and it certainly doesn’t make them look bigger or better either.



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