God, help me: I'm going to exercise again
I had another argument this morning. We see each other about three times a year and every time the meeting is not pleasant. That scale and I, meh, I don't think we'll ever be friends.
My mentality this summer? (imagine a sad song playing here) Looooooveeeeer too thick in the coffin, then another party ge... – okay, and now it's time to stop the ostrich practices. I took the scale down from the attic again, blew the dust off it, and stood on it. Result? I was shocked. Again. Still a little six kilos heavier than actually intended. For a social eater, it's not easy, you know, that summer. A glass of wine here, cheese platters there, Ben & Jerry’s during the Netflix night on the couch and suddenly it's September and you feel sluggish. But people who complain and then do nothing about it are annoying, so from now on this yo-yo'er has to start believing again.
I'm going to skip a super strict diet this time, but eating less sweets is not an unnecessary luxury. That roll of chocolate cookies with tea after dinner is being skipped. Sorry friend, it was nice with you. Additionally, there's problem 2: I'm lazy and only a little bit can be powered by solar energy. Something with Indo blood and so on. No, I mean it, the laziness in my body is almost unbelievable. I think it's not average for a human. I'm starting to think in Rumag quotes. I'm so lazy now that if someone were to kidnap me, I would just think: fuck it, I'm living here now. So lazy that if something falls under my bed, it will ALWAYS stay there. Except for my phone, that works differently. So lazy that I still call a taxi to be taken to the bathroom at the office which is all the way on the other side of the hallway.
But... It's time for change...
Laziness is one of the seven sins and let's not forget: summer bodies are built in the winter. That winter is slowly starting to come around again, so this is the perfect time to start again. A little movement can't hurt, Kiek, hop to it. So there I was. Monday morning early with colleague Annabelle at Fit For Free in Utrecht to pick up my card. Why FFF? I still don't really have a fixed place where I spend most of my time. I commute back and forth between Utrecht and Amsterdam and spend the weekends with the boy in Gelderland. And with an FFF card, you can work out at any location in the Netherlands and there's always one nearby. Quite handy. Plus, they live up to their name, because it doesn't cost a dime. And you also run into nice instructors. Never thought exercising was such a good idea.
I have to honestly say that I was a little overwhelmed when I stepped back into the gym after years of ‘I'm not exercising nanananaaaaa’. There are So. Many. Machines that the inner-obese person in me immediately wants to turn back. COME ON KIEK. Think of those Beyoncé curves. Okay, I'm doing it. I'm staying. I put my stuff in a locker, change in the changing rooms, and come back with an outfit that feels very Simone-proof: the sports gear. After that, it's not about talking but doing. On the treadmill, the spin bike, the hellish machine that messes with your mind and pretends to be a stair climber.
I'm not really doing it particularly sexy yet (more clumsy and awkward and laughable, right, Annabelle?), but the first step is taken. I exercised and it actually felt good. And I signed up for a yearly membership (you get a backpack with it by the way, bonus), so from now on we're going to say goodbye to those 6 kilos of excess Kiek. I'll keep you updated on my struggle. God, help me.
