Losing Weight Takes Effort…
Its 4 am on Saturday morning, I lay on the bed…look up the ceiling, half awake. “Should I go to exercise? ” a voice in my head asked.”Oh gosh, why bother, today is Saturday…you deserve a rest. Look the bed is so comfy” Another voice answered “It is best you get up… because you owe it to yourself”
For two minutes, the voices of their own had a conversation, till finally I dragged myself out of bed and decided I would get up and go to exercise. Losing weight takes effort. Ask anyone…ask the person next to you…Ask Christie Alley…Ask Oprah and they all tell you…losing weight takes effort and sometimes you have to dig deep inside of you for that effort.
When I arrived at the Stadium…not many people was there as yet and I said to myself I could have stayed at home. Yet still I shrugged and moved on to walk the 6 laps round the Savannah as requested by my trainer, Shawn. One and half hours later, my feet were killing me. I was ready to have a shower and go straight back to bed. Instead, someone talked me into joining the group for an aerobics class…and I could not believe it was my voice saying “I’ll be there”
It was the first Saturday that I have ever showed up for an exercise class and right after take an aerobics session. The aerobics was invigorating as we move to the spca music Super Blue. The music lifted my legs because without it…I would lie own flat out and not move. But I loved to danced. In my younger days, I danced all night regardless of the song or the aches and pains. It is like if you ever play mas in our country. We dressed in our costumes and start from as early as 8.00 am and danced in the streets until evening for two days. It is exciting and liberating,
At the end of the workout…I went home and look at the mirror. I saw myself feeling motivated…fulfiled. Yes, losing weight takes effort and I fought the beast for yet another day.