Unfit...

It took me seventeen weeks of personal training sessions to realise that i need to get myself healthy. I'm a bit like that. Never the first cab off the rank haha

I've been eating like a sumo wrestler trying to go up a weight class for a while now and it has finally caught up with me. You know, the bad skin, restlessness, bloating, general feeling of crapness. This is the first thing that needs to change.

I've always found it hard to eat healthily. Up until eighteen years of age i was a petite size six (US size zero) and lived on a diet of big macs and caramel thickshakes, until some sort of womanly hormone induced switch flicked on inside me and i gained twenty kilos within six months. Unfairrrrrr.

Three years later and i have not lost (or gained... phew) a single kilo.

During school i was a runner. I came fifth out of hundreds of kids in the district school sport competition and could run 100 metres in fifteen point five seconds. Now? I'm lucky if i can even make it to 100 metres without coughing up a lung. I'm quite pissed at myself that it's gotten this bad, and i really have no excuses.

Last night after a crazy session at the gym i was browsing through pinterest when i saw this photo:

And it kind of struck a chord with me. As cheesy as it is, I know i won't go anywhere on this weightloss/body cleansing journey without the love of myself. And i know it may take a while, but everyday is a new day.

My only goal at the moment is to be less critical on myself and think better thoughts about my body. In the mean time I will begin to eat healthily and get my ass to the gym more often.

Wish me luck.

~ Rhey.