Getting High

Blurb My Brain:
Did I tell you guys I am suffering from chemical addiction? Its true. It all started last year. I just wanted to be happier and feel more alive.

So I hired a personal trainer, and so began my journey to lose weight. I slowly became addicted to the endorphins.

What?! You thought I was going to say I was addicted to meth? As much as that would explain many posts on this blog, no.

Anyway, my entire life I was told how book smart I was, and how sports was just not my thing. Granted I did break a pinky playing dodgeball. But I believed everyone because when I ran, I didn't make it very far, my face flooded with blood, and often my legs itched. Little did I know then that these were all because I didn't know how to breathe properly, or run correctly. Did you know there's a correct way to run? Yeah. Look it up.

Anyway, so I worked with the trainer, and she kicked my ass into shape. Really. She took a full 8in total off my body. And while I felt better, I had no idea what was in store for me.

I took a 6 month hiatus, because well, I was relocating halfway across the planet. And my confidence crumbled. I didn't really feel healthy, and although I tried to watch what I ate, nothing could compare to the 2.00 per pound salad bar at the commissary.

December I got my membership at the gym near my house. It's literally a mile away. It's a small gym, maybe 35 machines total, has two racquetball courts, and a ballet room. It's a great little place to keep in shape, although nothing like the gym in Germany, which was at least 5 times the size.

I have been running on the treadmill and doing cardio nearly every day since December. I took a 2 week break when David's bridal told me not to lose any more. But then I decided I didn't care, I love the way I feel. Now, I am pleased to announce that I am only 2.6 pounds away from being the same weight I was my Junior Year in high school. I guarantee that I have more muscle than fat than when I was a junior. I also guarantee my stomach is more flat and toned than then. I also guarantee that I feel so much sexier than I did back then (and although it's gross to think this way, at 16, I felt like the whole straight male race was after me).

Sometimes it sucks to drag yourself out of bed, but just go to the gym. And don't be intimidated. That girl who looks like she shouldn't go to the gym because she is so fit may just have the same story as me. I am proud of myself, and you can be too.