For ME

I joined a gym. Actually, I joined around March and gave up after three sessions. This time, I am determined to go the long haul. Paid a whole month's subscription and bought new shoes. I have also acquired a back ache for my efforts. I never had weight issues growing up. In 2010, I worked for an NGO and my jobe required me to stay in lots of hotels, most 3 star and above, so my pallet got... overwhelmed. Then my sister got pregnant in the same year and I was designated food buddy. Yes. Last year I lived alone in Nbo and seeindg as I'm not much of a cook, junk made up most of my meals. It shouldn't have come as a surprise that when I went to donate my blood earlier this year and got on the scale, it shot all the way to 82. The last time I weighed myself in early 2010 I was 63kgs. To cut it short, I'm now obese. As part of my new year resolutions, I resolved to join the gym and shed off the pounds. As I said, that didn't work out. Then mid this year when I had gone to visit Mr. Man in Embu, he asked me if I'd grown bigger since the last time we'd seen each other. It was an innocent question but it stung!!! I have never felt insecure about how I look as much as I did every day after that question. I', 5'5 and I have no clue of my waist measurements. My hips are somewhere in the 38 range and my bust is a staggering 40DD.

First day at the gym (second time around) I went at those aerobics like I was going to die if I did not! Hence the back pain. I looked myself at the mirror jumping up and down.. A ball of fat. I felt ugly that day. My self estem has never been that low all my life. I'm done with feeling sorry for myself. Going to see a nutritionist on the best diet for me. I know I can get to my ideal weight. So far I haven't felt like quitting but when I do, I'll read this and feel encouraged because I am beautiful. Inside and out.

Masha