For the longest time – for many years, actually – I have built this illusion that working out is unnecessary hard work. And part of the reason I had this mindset was because I had high metabolism. Until I hit grade 12.
That is when things started to turn around for me – I started gaining unexpected weight, needless to say from the constant sitting and studying habits I had to stick to for the majority of the year.
When first year university came around, things didn’t get better for me. I was so stressed out with trying to make friends and survive at school, I stopped my 5km runs (which I love doing) and started gaining even more weight. My body started to get worse when I began working at Tim Hortons. Now, the issue wasn’t that I was sitting a lot – the issue was that I worked a lot and came home with zero energy to exercise.
So then comes second year university: the weight just started to pile on, and I ignored it, until I started to struggle into my jeans one morning. I realized that DAMN, I got fat. I gained weight!
As mentioned on my home page, I was hospitalized for about a week in late November, but that’s a story for another post. Anyways, while I was in there, I had to think about some changes I needed to make to my lifestyle. I knew that it wouldn’t be easy, but either way, it had to be dealt with. So, when I got out of the hospital, I decided to start a membership at a local gym with my brother.
At first, I was hesitant. The only person who can push you is yourself; even with a personal trainer, you can’t rely on them all the time. It was a concept I couldn’t understand until I really started to plan out my exercise sets. I started setting goals for myself, figuring out where my comfort zone was, and how to achieve it.
The results began to reveal themselves. I started feeling more confident in what I was doing and could see how it would eventually pay off.
Long story short, working out is my way to de-stress. This is my way to just do what I want, whenever I want, and however I want. I can control this.
That is when things started to turn around for me – I started gaining unexpected weight, needless to say from the constant sitting and studying habits I had to stick to for the majority of the year.
When first year university came around, things didn’t get better for me. I was so stressed out with trying to make friends and survive at school, I stopped my 5km runs (which I love doing) and started gaining even more weight. My body started to get worse when I began working at Tim Hortons. Now, the issue wasn’t that I was sitting a lot – the issue was that I worked a lot and came home with zero energy to exercise.
So then comes second year university: the weight just started to pile on, and I ignored it, until I started to struggle into my jeans one morning. I realized that DAMN, I got fat. I gained weight!
As mentioned on my home page, I was hospitalized for about a week in late November, but that’s a story for another post. Anyways, while I was in there, I had to think about some changes I needed to make to my lifestyle. I knew that it wouldn’t be easy, but either way, it had to be dealt with. So, when I got out of the hospital, I decided to start a membership at a local gym with my brother.
At first, I was hesitant. The only person who can push you is yourself; even with a personal trainer, you can’t rely on them all the time. It was a concept I couldn’t understand until I really started to plan out my exercise sets. I started setting goals for myself, figuring out where my comfort zone was, and how to achieve it.
The results began to reveal themselves. I started feeling more confident in what I was doing and could see how it would eventually pay off.
Long story short, working out is my way to de-stress. This is my way to just do what I want, whenever I want, and however I want. I can control this.