Challenge: Join Me in a Quest to Get Fit and Look Good
Here’s a challenge to myself. After losing about 8kgs last year, I promptly got into a relationship and gained about 4. After we broke up this year, I lost about 5kgs, taking me to my lightest weight yet, just over 71kgs. And then, I’ve stagnated for two months, gained a kg and a half and can’t seem to get back on track. So here I am, back on my blog putting myself and my hopes and dreams out there. Out of my head and onto a platform where I can keep track of it, and also a place where others can keep track of too. Making myself accountable to something and someone other than the voice in my head telling me to buy the chocolates and not go to gym!
The way I go about weight-loss is setting myself a goal/reward for every kg I lose. I’m determined to get past this place where I am now because this is always the place that I stagnate. Around 72kgs and I just stop losing. I’m a short girl, and BMI says my ideal weight is around 55kgs. Now the last time I was 55kgs I was about fifteen. It’s been a long time, and I don’t plan to get that thin. I’m not a thin girl and I don’t want to be. I like being curvy, and quite frankly, I think that at 65kgs I’ll be less than curvy. But we’ll see. When I started on my mission to lose weight last year I didn’t actually ever imagine being 70kgs. But now that’s only 2kgs away and 65kgs is starting to look like a possibility. I can do this.
Why do I want to do this? To be more comfortable, and be able to buy the clothes that I love. Sometimes, they just don’t make clothes in size 36 (read size 12 in some places). That’s what makes it so difficult for me to lose weight… I’m not unhappy with my body. Naked, I think I look great… it’s clothes that I have a problem with. It’s clothes that make me look ‘fat’. And then there’s the fitness factor. And the health factor. I tell myself it’s about living healthier… which it is until I go on a binge. BAD habit. But that’s why I’m here. Self improvement and healthier living. I want to be fit enough to be able to go on a hike as a last minute suggestion and not be exhausted in the first twenty minutes. I want to be able to spontaneously sprint across a field with my friends and not be the first one to run out of breath (yes, because I am so often on a field with my friends… note to self, go to fields more with friends). I want to walk up three flights of stairs and still be able to breathe at the top (sadly, yes, sometimes I do find myself faced with three flights of stairs).
And I know there are some people reading this who are bigger and heavier than me and they’re thinking: “You bitch. You’re not fat, get over yourself.” I know, I think that too when girls thinner than me go on about how fat they are. But it’s not about how fat I am compared to you. It’s about me. It’s about me wanting to feel comfortable in myself. It’s about me reaching the goals I’ve set for myself and doing something that I’m scared that I won’t be able to do.
I’ve already learnt that I love running. I’ve always hated running. Hated it. In school, I used to dread it. But now, I actually really enjoy it! And it’s so great to see improvement. When I don’t feel like going to the gym, I just need to remember that I actually love running and must go do it because I love it! And there’s the added bonus that the showers at the gym have hotter water than the shower at home (sad right?). So that’s what I’m here telling you.
Join me. Come get fit with me. Follow my progress and test your own. Most important of all. Do it for yourself. Do it your own way, it doesn’t have to be my way. My way works for me, but it might not work for you. Here’s my way. I set myself goals and rewards for every kg I lose. I don’t give myself a time limit in terms of “I must be x kg by x date” because that’s just setting myself up for failure. But my goals serve as motivation and inspiration. Here are my goals:
72 kgs: I can wear my new grey shirt that my friend gave me. And I’m not allowed to shape my eyebrows until then.
71 kgs: I can buy new socks. And I’m not allowed to wax my lip until then.
70 kgs: I can wear all the new summer clothes I bought a few weeks ago.
69 kgs: I can buy new underwear.
68 kgs: I can dye my hair.
67 kgs: I can cut my hair.
66 kgs: I can get a new laptop.
65 kgs: I can buy new clothes.
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Now, you’re probably wondering how some of these work as motivations. Well, I like that new shirt my friend gave me, and so that serves as a reward when I reach below that weight. And no girl likes bushy eyebrows. If I never reach 72 kgs, I never get to shape my eyebrows again. Same goes for cutting my hair, and dying it. While right now I’m not fussed about my hair, it looks great… soon it’s going to grow out and get split ends, and if I NEVER reach 67 kgs, then I can NEVER cut it. As for the laptop, I NEED a new one. This one is dying fast, The screen is almost half covered by dead pixels, and its getting slower by the day. If I don’t reach 66 kgs by the time this one dies, I’m in trouble. And that’s how my goals work. So wish me luck, I’m on my way. I now that I know (think/hope) people are tracking my progress and rooting for me and egging me on, I have a reason to do it. After all, I have to prove to you guys that I can do it. And I don’t want to let you down. After all, I’m just like every other girl, and if I can do it…. so can you!
72.7kg-girl OUT!
