I finally took the plunge and went to a workout class. I didn’t die.
A good friend searched me out this morning and encouraged me to join her class. I tried every single excuse possible to not go, and she had a response to every single response I threw back at her. I’m fairly confident she practiced at home before coming to find me as she knew her fight was going to be a big one. 10 years without working out does not an easy sale make. But she sucked me in, and off I went, husband in tow as I was too chicken to go by myself.
I was pleasantly surprised when I arrived at the school gym. There were people of all shapes and sizes. All ages, men and women. I immediately felt comfortable, and surprisingly not all that out-of-place. I still wasn’t excited or overly thrilled to be there, but I knew that it was where I belonged. I weighed in and discovered that I’ve now lost 39 lbs. Yeah. I was measured and fat tested, and if I was about 10′ tall, I would be perfectly proportioned. Overall, I wasn’t horrified, not proud or happy with my “state”, but okay. At least now I know exactly where I’m at, there’s no guessing or wondering. It is what it is, and it’s who I am, NOW.
I am so very grateful that the walls weren’t lined with mirrors and I didn’t have to watch the spectacle that was myself. I’m thrilled that my back row workout buddies were just as uncoordinated as I was. I am thankful for the group of gracious individuals that offered a judgement free zone to workout in. I’m happy that I went, and I will go back next week.
Thank-you Friend for pushing me “past” myself. I know it’s not going to be easy, and that you’re probably going to have to “encourage” my weekly return, but thank-you for hitting the start button.
I leave you all with this … if you’re stuck at home, scared to try something new, and totally unsure of yourself, it’s okay. If I survived, you will too.