Before the past two years, I never had to worry about my weight. Well, there was that period during eighth grade when my sister told me my torso was beginning to look like Humpty Dumpty due to the fact that I could not resist the urge to consume ice cream, which was everyday for at least a month. But even then I at least had state-mandated P.E. to try to keep me in shape. (I eventually was able to control my ice cream eating ways when I decided to give up ice cream for a month in exchange for extra credit in history. We were suppose to give up something in an attempt to relate to the Pilgrims.) Outside of P.E. in school, I practiced and played tennis on the weekends on a weekly basis. If that was not enough, I biked, roller-bladed, jump-roped, and hula-hooped among many other physical activities. During high school, my weight was kept constant from being on the tennis team and all the intense practices during summer and fall quarter (enough exercise to pull me through the year). Even when I stopped playing tennis and my exercise was occasional, I avoided the freshman fifteen at the beginning of college and I was able to maintain my weight give or take five pounds. This all changed two years ago.
Two years ago, I had to study for a test, which meant I found myself sitting in a chair on my butt more than I did running on an elliptical machine. Slowly, but surely, the jeans I wore a month before would not button unless I sucked (and I mean sucked) in. After a week, those same pair of jeans stopped buttoning (sadly even after the sucking in). All my clothes became tighter and I experienced SOB and chest pain when I exerted myself even in the slightest possible way. When I had gaps in my study, I told myself to get back into shape, but these workouts quickly faded and I packed on weight from my hips, thighs, and stomach to my arms, back, and butt. Nothing was spared. I now am a cautionary whale of what becomes of an inactive twenty-something.
But today it ends. Today is different from those other days because the jiggle that has grown over these past two years has dominated my body and I can no longer see even the slightest glimpse of the old me. I also refuse to join the trend that is the ever growing American waistline. I am at the highest peak in my weight and I am scared that this peak will never plateau. So I have set a goal — my goal to tone the fat (as documented in all posts categorized as “Pounds”) and to lose some weight.
Day 1: I played non-intense tennis for twenty minutes, did some quick footwork drills, and ran one lap around a soccer field. I plan to do some push-ups tonight along with some sets on my ab roller, arm strengthening stuff with my resistance band, and leg workouts.
Current Weight: Driver’s License + 17 pounds
Weight Difference from 03/03/03: 0lbs
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