I was up at the crack of dawn this morning and off to the gym for my first appointment with MC, my very own personal trainer. Well, at least for the next couple of months.
We weighed and measured my body a couple days ago. Remember how I said that the image in my head isn’t what I see in the mirror? The numbers verified that little feeling. I’m telling myself those are the baseline numbers. Everyone has to start somewhere. How else will you know you’re improving? Those are the things I’m telling myself … with limited success.
Yes, I’m mulling over the whole body image thing and I teeter daily into mild self-loathing and pride that I’m doing something about getting stronger. When MC asked me what my goals were I told him the truth – I want to hike that damn 110 mile trail. This isn’t just about weight loss, dude – this is about circumventing a mountain. I think I surprised him.
MC took me straight down to the weight room and gave me a fine list of core building exercises to do. He can’t be much older than my son but so far he seems to know what he’s talking about and he only looked slightly gleeful when he brought out the medicine ball to throw around.
Tonight, however, my body is telling me a slightly different story. It is like going into an unused space and dusting off all the furniture, rediscovering forgotten items. I’m dusting off muscles that I guess I’m going to be getting reacquainted with. I’m a little ambivalent but I’m not really going to give myself a choice.
It’s time. Hello, body, meet the mind that is going to get you into the best shape of your life.
:)
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