My First Week at Curves
I completed my first official week as a Curves member, and beneath the hard work, sweat and physical exhaustion, I feel good!
I have a little bit more confidence because I’m exercising with a purpose for the first time in more than 10 years. This is a huge change from the spurts of motivation I’ve experienced in the past that literally lasted three or four days and then fizzled out like carbonation in an old soda can.
Even better for me?
I’m going to be held accountable for my actions
(both diet and exercise) every 30 days when I go for my weigh-in. This means the excuses aren’t going to hold water, and if my coaches feel I’m not pushing myself enough, they’ll verbally and vocally let me know. Which equates to this: when I’m in the workout facility going through my circuit, they’ll stand directly next to me and force me to move harder and faster. I know, because I’ve already experienced some of it. And I hate that, because I feel right now I need to go at my own pace. So, I will do everything possible to avoid more of the military-like instructions.
I won’t lie, though, and try to claim that exercise is a beautiful thing, because it’s not.
At least not yet, and not for me. For one, while I’m on those workout machines, it doesn’t take long before my muscles feel like water. And at that point, I start to move more slowly and wonder if I’m actually putting forth enough effort to get anything out of my activity. This is a self-defeating question, especially in the middle of a workout, so I try like crazy to keep my mind cleared and just push forward.
The truth, however, is that I’m a bit of a wimp.
My body is still rebelling against exercise because it’s been so long since I’ve done anything like this. I know, though, that I can’t even consider quitting, especially because my frame of mind has altered ever so slightly from a couple of weeks ago. I need to exercise not only to lose weight, but also to feel better about myself. Sitting like a lump in front of the computer all day does nothing for either my mental health or confidence. It’s also extremely bad physically.
Moreover, I am literally a ball of stress lately, what with the divorce, my professional work and the mountain of bills I have at my feet. I desperately need an outlet for all of this frustration and worry, which exercise promptly provides to me. Even after just a week, I’m wondering how I’ve survived the last several months without engaging in physical activity. I feel mentally refreshed after each workout, even as I’m gasping for air and my muscles are sobbing hysterically.
Exercise is also a great way for me to get out of my apartment, which is really important some days.
It’s easy to get caught up in my work and shut myself off from the rest of the world. But this is just about the last thing on the planet I need right now, because I already feel lonely enough as a newly-single woman. So getting to my local Curves, talking to people and listening to music as I attempt to rid myself of some unhealthy weight serves a multitude of purposes.
I have no idea if I’ve lost even one ounce so far, because I won’t yet weigh myself. But I can say this:
anyone who’s wondering if they should join a workout facility has my blessing!
I tried for years to exercise at home, whether with CDs or store-bought equipment, and I failed miserably. For those like me who need to be held accountable by a coach, a gym really is the best idea. I just hope next week I feel a little more like I’m adopting an exercise routine, rather than flinging myself head first off a bridge and hoping to catch a rope on my way down.