Love/Hate with the gym
Posted on April 23, 2019
Over the last number of years I’ve been terribly lazy when it comes to exercising. Which if you knew me when I was younger would be a surprise; I was a jock in every sense of the word. My sport of choice was basketball, for fun my friend and I would train and partake in Triathlons, we would cycle over 100 kilometers on the weekends. When work became more intrusive in my life the gym became an import part of my routine. I was the type of person who could not sit still watching a movie or television at a minimum I had to do sit-ups.
I went back to college a number of years ago and I applied the same level of dedication to the gym to my studies. At the beginning I enjoyed not exercising; I told myself that reading whatever book I was reading at the time was more important, that getting back into shape would be easy. Boy-oh-boy was I wrong. For a long time my natural weight was 72 to 75 kilos, I was lean. When I started to work out in the gym I wanted to put on more weight (it always seems to be the thing, more weight more muscle) so I moved up to 80 kilos. When I stopped exercising I continued to eat like I was still going to the gym, still eating like I was still exercising all the time. This is the first time I find myself unhappy with how I look. This has led me to wear clothe that are oversized so at the very least I don’t have to pay too much attention to how I look.
However I have been going back to the gym, going for more walks, eating a bit better (snacks kill me). Currently I am sitting on 99 kilos (220 pounds) and have been going to the gym on and off for the last four to five months. While I hate the gym I do love the challenge. Wish me luck.