How It All Began — A short series of posts on the journey to a fitter me.
Originally posted on March 5, 2013
Here is one of my favorite series of posts that I had written on my weight loss journey. I had posted these on my Wordpress blog then. I was sharing the links with a friend this week and re-read this post.
I made two realizations:
1) that I needed some inspiration to stay the course of my fitness journey which began nearly nine years back and
2) that I have changed the style of my blogs and the way I write.
Both are great reasons to share the posts again.
So, welcome! I hope you enjoy reading with me.
It was a chance meeting at the school that set the ball rolling. Occasionally we continued to meet at the school, over a cup of coffee at the local cafe. Even the first time we met, we had so much to talk and listen that we decided to make that effort to be friends. We were both not comfortable socializing in groups but liked the one on one idea of brief meetings.
The added benefit was that we were both big frame people and it just felt comfortable.
Six months passed, when neither of us made the effort to reach out and catch up. We did not go to the plays, the museums or the movies that we thought we would do together. Life got busy for both of us until one day, when she called to meet over lunch and I agreed to meet her.
I was happy that she still thought of us as friends
As I waited at the lunch place we had decided to meet at, I wondered if she remembered how I looked. I was gently chiding myself about how I should have made an effort to be in touch with someone who made me feel so good about myself. She appeared. At first, I looked past her and then my brain registered.
It was her. Except that she looked half the size that I had seen her six months earlier. I felt my jaw drop and my mouth open but no words came out. She was beaming and had this smug, ‘so-what-do-you-think’ look on her face. The first emotion I felt was anger (for a fleeting few minutes); angry that she had not warned me that she would appear like this. I felt huge, flabby and ugly all at the same time. Of course that was not the effect she intended to have on me.
Once I got over the initial shock /surprise of how much weight my friend had lost, we celebrated over a sensible quinoa and roasted pumpkin salad. The only topic I recall we spoke about that day was her amazing weight loss.
I wanted all the details and hungrily listened to all that she shared.
She gave me a reference to the personal trainer and coach who had helped her with her exercise plan and regime and the next thing I knew, I was already meeting with the trainer.
That happened in August 2011. It took me another 6 months to finally find the courage to sign up with her and work towards my goal. It has been a year since that happened and I don’t want to ever go back to my fitness levels from the year 2011.
I will share the second post of my weight loss journey soon!