Walking into a completely alien environment is very scary. The phone call has been a regular occurrence over the past couple of years... how was I doing at the gym?.... anything they can help me with?.....would I like to come in for an assessment and session with a trainer?
Truth be known, I'm only a member of the gym because of the pool, I've never even stepped into the other areas of the building. I listened to the voice with a sigh of weariness, being polite. This time was different though, as the voice asked the familiar questions I knew I was ready for a change.
That's how I found myself in the completely alien place - the gym. A smiling girl greeted me ("thank goodness its a woman") and there followed a sorry tale of measurements and questions, followed by a static bike ride. How on earth did I get THAT big? A sad tale of a middle aged mum of two, who hasn't had space or time for herself for a loooong time.
I can't say how much the scales weighed - perhaps later when I've lost the weight. In the meantime I'll log llbs lost.
I felt like a hippo on that bicycle - this was going to be tough - can I persevere and make a difference?
Only one way to find out.......
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