The day I make a decision to change my life forever (or so I hope) to create a better ME

Thursday 8^th September, 2011. 

The day I make a decision to change my life forever (or so I hope) to create a better ME.

Last night I met an incredible personal trainer called Trace.  Pushing 50, she has the body of a 25 year old; a body that my 23 year old self cannot even begin to compete against.  I went to see her to see if she thought I had any hope in improving both my outer and inner self; whether I was worth it.  Why the self doubt?  Well, since you asked, I recently (ok, if you count 9 months ago recently) went through a nasty yucky engagement break up.  With wedding dress and diamond ring in hand, I packed up and moved back home, leaving behind my lavish Valley lifestyle, and a gym membership that I secretly became obsessed with.

Ok, this may make more sense if I go back a little further.  When the ex and I met and started dating, he had just recently acquired his first job at a gym as a personal trainer. Here I was then, no stick thin Barbie by all means dating a lean mean ex football playing personal trainer.  He made me feel beautiful and convinced me he loved me as I was EVEN if I didn’t want to take up the gym lifestyle he lead.  Of course though, naturally, while I was 100% happy with my body (or so I thought) I increasingly became the jealous type.  I hated him hanging around all those size 6, eight pack, fake tan clad girls that required his “PT services”. I soon realised that this bitterness wasn’t overly healthy and maybe I wasn’t as comfortable with my body as I had managed to so cleverly convince both myself and everyone around me.  After multiple break ups and make ups, we got back together, got engaged, moved out into the pumping Valley and got matching gym memberships.  Ahem, yes, I said matching.

When we joined the gym, not only did I have the wedding to work towards as my goal, he also PROMISED he’d be my motivation and come to the gym as often as he could with me (LIAR!!).  He went to the gym with me once, maybe, but somehow I still managed to enjoy the gym (much to my own horror) and craved it when I wasn’t there.   I loved my Les Mills classes, and loved the energy I got from a session.  I soon started to look a little better (even if my sister did claim I had Schwarzenegger legs), and even though I hadn’t lost more than 3kgs or so, people noticed a change in me and I loved it.  Then the break up happened, and I moved far far away from my chain of clubs.  Yes, I may have a sulked for a good few weeks, but eventually I  got over it/him, and moved on with my life.  

It is now at this point in my life that I have never appreciated my beautiful friends more.  I LOVE them and would do anything for any of them.  I very much enjoy my Friday night drinks, and occasional dinners with them all.  BUT, all those cocktails come at a price; a heavy one.  Desk jobs and high carb gourmet dinners do not mix and it has been pointed out to me quite clearly that that all that weight I worked so hard to work off has now all come back on ... plus some!!  I've heard it all.  The pregnancy and bread roll jokes hurt most.  They drill down to the core and hit a nerve which never forgets.  Yes, I do the miss the gym now a little, even if all I was achieving from my previous visits were energy boosts, but generally, I thought even now that I was moderately happy with my physical appearance.  

Bowm bowm WRONG!  Reality check.

Since my good for nothing no-club-near-me membership is now due for expiration mid this month, I went on a quest to find a half decent gym in the Springfield Lakes area.  I have Googled gyms in the area before, but I suppose not having a major need/want for it, I wasn’t really ‘looking’.  And then, I found it.  FS4L ... Fresh Start 4 Life, my soon be to saviours (or already are my saviours depending on how you look at it)! Which leads me back to the point of my story, Trace.  I met with Trace last night and I instantly connected with her.  She is down to earth, she’s REAL, has goals, and looks AMAZING.  Living breathing proof that it can be done.  She has 100% faith in me that I can do this, for me and to the haters. I went in with an open mind, not wanting to say yes straight away to the deal she may have been wanting to sell me and to go home and sleep on it.  Which I did, but without the sleeping part; didn’t do very much of that at all.  My brain was whirling and I could not switch it off.  She got me thinking about me and my life and what I wanted from it.  And what did I want?  Exactly what she has to offer.  

Motivation, patience, perseverance.  

All of it!!

Starting today, I pen down everything that enters my mouth, because come Monday, the weigh in begins.  We will measure, weigh and calculate exactly what my goal should be.  At this very moment, according to my BMI (which is a load of crap anyway!) I am sitting pretty in the OBESE catergory.  OBESE!!  Now that sucks.  I have a 20kg goal in mind to lose just to get me in the HEALTHY category, but am willing to take all advice in the meantime.  I am hoping Trace is my health angel, by guide, but also my mentor.  I am putting all my hope to Trace to kill the haters (including my inner demons) and transform me into the person I know I could/should be.  Haters – be gone!!  Lovers – willing to take all forms of sympathy and motivation as I begin my journey into weight loss, personal discovery and a new me.

Come Monday, my 12 week challenge begins.  Goal: be 20kg lighter by christmas.  

Can it physically be done?  I don't know.  

Is that a lot of weight to lose? Yes.  

Can I do it?  HELL YES! (With the help of Trace my guardian angel of course)

To all the non believers out there; COMMENT :-)  

I am very much looking forward to proving you all wrong.

To my hopeful supporters, I may need a shoulder (or two) to cry on over the next few months (or a face to scream at).  I need to teach all these non believers a lesson.  Bare with me while I go through the biggest change in my life.

Mel x.