I can’t believe I’ve been training with Abi for over a year
and a half. Now I’m moving away for Uni and thought I’d think about everything
I’ve learned from the hours of sweat.
When we started, I weighed 11 stone 8 lbs, was so unfit I
got out of breath climbing stairs and ate chocolate for pretty much every meal.
I didn’t seriously think I’d take up training and met with Abi to stop my mum
nagging. Somehow, within a few months I was training twice a week, and then
three times a week.
Now, I weigh 9 stone 10lbs and I don’t eat chocolate, sugar
or white bread anymore. Yes, I wrote chocolate and sugar separately to convey
the gravitas, because for me
chocolate in all its chocolatey goodness is in a completely different category
from other food.
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May 2016 -- September 2016 |
Anyway, here’s 8 things I’ve learned…
1. Basically
everything you thought is wrong. These are gonna need some subtitles…
a.
You
have a lot more time than you think. I have really strong memories of
arguing with my mum when she suggested I meet with her personal trainer. I’d
just started Sixth Form and couldn’t contemplate fitting anything else into my
schedule, particularly something that would make me more tired. But when I continued to train three times a week around
my A2 exams this year, it showed me I really can fit it in when I need to. It
helped me plan my revision far better if I knew I had training that day. So
another thing I’ve gained: time management.
b.
Your
will power is stronger than you think. One of the hardest challenges (yes,
harder than interval training) was sitting at a friend’s house and she’d cooked
some chocolate snack. A bunch of us were watching the Game of Thrones season
premiere and they were munching away. I didn’t have a bite. There aren’t many things
I love more than Game of Thrones and chocolate, and somehow I managed to resist
one of those (clue: the one without the gore and incest). Since then, I’ve
resisted chocolate/bread/pasta cravings on countless occasions. And it isn’t
just food. Having a trainer waiting for me means I do roll out of bed and get
to the gym. I do complete that last rep even when I feel like my limbs have
turned into bricks. Or marshmallows.
Or both.
c.
You are stronger than you think. Now
this one’s physically, none of that emotional stuff. When I was 13, I went to
countless doctors after finding my hands went into spasm when I tried to write
more than about a paragraph. I also suffered from back pain, neck pain, and
migraines. They all had different things to say but it basically came down to
‘severe muscle weakness and fatigue.’ I kind of took that to mean ‘you are
medically weak; there’s nothing you can do. Here’s your excuse to sit on the
couch all day.’ Anyway, even though I do still
suffer from spasms in my joints and occasional migraines, training has turned my
severely weak muscles into stronger ones that support: squats, lifts, planks
and everything else Abi throws at me. I
rarely think now that I can’t do something she sets me. I just know it’ll take
a lot of work and I will end up sweaty and smelling like a sock…
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Diary entry from 11th January 2015: I was so worried I wouldn't keep at it, because I've never stuck at something like this before. |
2. Exercise
helps with almost everything. Small
areas like my wrists still struggle with being very weak and painful
occasionally, but pretty much everything else I can think of has been helped
since we’ve started training, and I’ve got fitter and stronger. It doesn’t take
a rocket scientist to realise why my body just struggles less with things than
it used to. It’s also really helped with my mental state too though. Whenever I
feel stressed exercising gives me at least an hour where I’m not thinking about
anything other than how the hell am I
going to do another rep of this!? It also helps to have a trainer I can
vent to about anything as long as I’m lifting weights!
3. To be
confident in the ‘Men’s Area.’ I used to –infrequently- go to the gym alone
and, when I did, the heavy weight section was just completely off bounds to me.
It didn’t even cross onto my radar because it was so clearly full of huge men
who would crush me if I walked over. Actually, it wasn’t just this area. So
many parts of the gym seem intimidating. Like parts that are too crowded. Or
parts where too many good looking people are assembling. I’ll just stick to the back near the toilets, thank you. But since
seeing how my trainer marches right through to the equipment she wants me to
use, I’ve realised there aren’t actually any posters telling me where I can and
can’t go. And yes, I still jump when the weight-lifters yell and throw their
barbells, but I’m getting there…
4. Personal achievements are the best kind.
Ok so some people might go for hours on a treadmill, at an incline, lifting
weights. But when I started I was terrified of treadmills, getting shakes just
thinking about how fast they go and how I could so easily fall off the back.
Somehow a few months ago, Abi and I started getting me on one. First at a walk,
and then at a jog, and now I can run on them without thinking about my impending
doom. Getting on that treadmill might seem like a small victory for others but
for me it really showed how far we’d come.
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5. Nothing
tastes as good as skinny healthy feels. Sorry, Kate Moss, but your
slogan isn’t as great as this one. I don’t agree that the goal should be skinny
but I do agree that the feeling of eating chocolate doesn’t even compare with
the feeling I have when a Measuring Day goes well. I obviously still get the
voice in my head saying you need that Galaxy bar. You deserve it. But then
I think about the new gym gear in Victoria Secret, and I would much rather
deserve that.
6. Shopping
for gym clothes is the best reward. Ok so I’ve already mentioned Victoria
Secret and although I’m yet to actually buy something from there (erm, £50 for leggings…)
trying the stuff in hope of future sales has been one of the best rewards and
motivation.
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River Island gym gear <3 (£18 and worth it) |
7. Speaking
of rewards: food shouldn’t be one. It’s insane how society reinforces food
as a reward for good behaviour or a celebration. During the first few months of
me eating healthily I had my birthday, my best friends’ birthdays, end of
school, end of exams… It was the start of summer and a really bazaar time not
to be eating chocolate. My 18th birthday genuinely didn’t feel that
big a deal without something sugary to make me feel celebrated. It made me feel
sad that kids are brought up to associate the two so strongly. So Abi and I
made a new tradition: weighted lunges to commemorate the day…
8. Pain
the next day is an amazing feeling (and you will love telling everyone). I
never thought I would enjoy the
feeling of waking up in the morning and having abs that feel like bricks
sticking me to the mattress. Or walking down stairs only to find my quads have
just given up supporting my weight. But it shows me how hard I’ve worked the
day before and of course I love being able to say Oh, don’t mind me, I’m only crying with pain because of Leg Day
yesterday.
Well, really, what haven’t I learnt? Before I joined the
gym, I didn’t know my shoulder-press from my Russian twist. I also had no idea
about diet, for instance which carbs are friends and which are foe.
Now the real test will just be Fresher’s Week…