So, Monday August 2nd 2010
had arrived! I had made my lunch, packed my healthy snacks and my gym
bag and set off for work. After my induction with Joe the day before
I was sore but excited to be going to the gym that night to do my
programme for the first time.
That day in the office was like any
other day, with a concentrated effort to drink at least 2 litres of
water and to drink less coffee. For a caffeine addict like me,
that's pretty hard to do. So, I was making my 4th coffee
of the day, the last one I was “allowed” and there was a bit of
an accident with the kettle - I managed to get my arm in the way of
the steam, and gave myself what would turn out to be a pretty
horrendous burn. Now, the Viv from last week probably would have
gone home miserable and not gone to the gym! But I was determined
and even though I'd spent the whole afternoon crying (I respond
terribly to an adrenaline rush like that, and burns hurt horribly
enough to make me cry - a lot), I went to the gym.
Joe was covering reception, and I
showed him the burn! He looked worried. He gave me a bandage to put
over it while I worked out. I was pretty miserable, but we laughed
over how he only had an eye patch, and how my arm was now a pirate.
He cheered me up and off I went to do my workout, still sore from the
day before. I wasn't going to let anything stop me this time, I'd
made my mind up and this was happening, burnt arm or not!
I had bought myself some workout
trousers from Asda, not very flattering at all, but at £3 a pair, I
decided that they were good enough and I had no intention for them to
fit for very long. I also wore one of Guy's Everton (I know,
right!!) training tops - Extra Large. I wanted to hide as much as
possible from everyone else in the gym. Although I was under no
illusion that it made me look any smaller, I felt that hiding under
this huge top would hide the “jiggle” and I just hoped that
no-one would notice me.
The gym was busy, a lot busier than the
day before. Obviously Monday is the day everyone hits the gym the
hardest before they lose the will by Friday! Walking through the
weights area was even more daunting this time, due to the large
number of enormous men. I just remember thinking, keep your head
down, and no-one will notice! It turns out, that those enormous men
are actually lovely! And have since become friends of mine! Just
goes to show, you can't judge a book by its cover.
I worked my way through my programme,
and chuckled to myself at the little stick men Joe had drawn. They
were great, and good for reminding me what to do for a certain
exercise! It was hard, but I left feeling very proud of myself!
Every day that week I went to the gym,
DOMS (Delayed Onset Muscle Soreness) or not. Guy and I had planned a
weekend away in Amsterdam and I was worried about the break in
routine so soon after starting. Worried I'd never go back, worried
I'd stay fat forever, and get even fatter! Despite walking around 10
hours each day, I was also worried about the bad food I'd eaten while
away!
Upon our return, I was delighted to
discover that I was in no way “out of the habit” of going to the
gym and was back there straight away- it had only been the weekend,
so really there shouldn't have been any doubt! That pretty much
confirmed it for me - I was hooked!
Next time, I tell of the difficulties I
faced, as have many of you!
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