Hi there. My name is Jackie. And like most people, I have a story.
However, mine is not an easy story to tell.
Truth is, it's kind of hard for me to admit this here on such a public forum, but it's also not easy to hide from the truth.
So, I'm gonna tell it to you anyway. So, here it is:
A few years ago I let myself get fat, out of shape and miserable.
There were lots of reasons I started on that downward spiral away from myself
and all happening at the same time
all made me feel like nothing was going right for me or ever would go right for me again.
I felt like I'd lost control over my life, my happiness and myself.
Add all of that to my other big problem, which was:
Going where all those judgmental, super-fit people might stare at me while I struggled to get in shape made me feel REALLY uncomfortable and conspicuous.
I didn't like dealing with the rude, inconsiderate people that always seemed to be in my way there
or leaving their sweat on the equipment I wanted to work on and not putting their stuff back where it belongs when they're done.
Besides all that, I really didn't have a bunch of extra time to waste in my busy day just getting there and back anyway.
And for what it was, I felt like a gym membership was just way too expensive, especially since I didn't even like going there.
So I just refused to go.
And since I live in a teensy, tiny city apartment I didn't *think* there could be an effective way to get in shape at home with my extreme space limitations.
Worst of all, I started turning to food for comfort. Fattening and unhealthy food.
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