So, as none of you will really know, I’ve been on a bit of a fitness journey for the last couple of months. It’s been a bit stop-start due to a rib injury (long story short: don’t let your big handed boyfriend pick you up under the ribs). Now I’m back on the horse, I want to share this journey on my blog. My story is a bit different to the usual fitness, clean living or weight loss stories we see so often (though there’s nothing wrong with those). I want to be BIGGER.
People have joked to watch out for a breeze or I might blow away. There’s never been anything on me in terms of muscle, and a (free, albeit huge advertising gimmick from a local gym) body composition test in my last job told me that my muscle mass was incredibly low for my body weight and size (I was less than 17% muscle).
Now, I don’t know if you’ve ever done a body composition test, but those things are UPSETTING. They look inside your body and tell you everything that is wrong with it. It told me a bunch of scary stuff like my visceral fat (the internal fat between your organs) and my body fat. Oh and also that my right leg was heavier than my left (who knew?). I came home and did what any rational person would do. Cry about it.
Tears subsided, I decided the best course of action was to change it, and join the gym. Stop crying over pieces of paper and get strong instead. Before this happened, I’d been doing Pilates once a week and the occasional Zumba class. Enough to give me some energy but not anything that would make me strong. I didn’t know where to start, so I got a PT.
If you’re new to exercising like I am, I really recommend getting a PT. The knowledge she gives me is invaluable. We go through 4-6 different exercises in one hour and once I’ve done anything once, I can repeat without her. And exercising with someone is FUN. I look forward to my sessions and it keeps my gym routine different because I always have something new to do.
I’ve had 6 weeks off with the broken rib but returned to training this week and I’m so excited to get back into it. And y’know what? I’ve completely stopped worrying about the body composition thing. Seeing my body change and the gains I’m making is motivation enough, and I’m coming from a really positive place – working out because I love my body not because I hate it.
Are you training right now? What keeps you motivated?