Kiki's Diet Diary
Okay, today is a historic day. Horns and elephants on the right, butt dances on the left: it's the first time I can rummage through my closet and actually grab what I want. Almost. Everything. Fits. Again. And do you know how good that feels? It's indescribable. WOE!
That one dress that I haven't dared to wear for three years I can just rock on the terrace when the weather is nice. And that jacket that was always too tight on my upper arms now actually has a few centimeters of space. I can steal clothes from my sister again. And suddenly there's the realization: I am – excusez le mot – fucking proud. But really.
For the past seven weeks, I've thrown myself into a regime with my personal trainer Steve. He teaches me so much. What nutrients are needed to lose weight healthily but effectively, how to cook a bit tastily, and especially: how you can slowly transform from a gym newbie with zero experience into a beast. Because that's how I feel lately, yes: I'm done with that weak stuff, it's time to smash it.
I was done with being overweight. Because yes, I was. And maybe you didn't always see it in the photos on Amayzine (by turning a quarter turn in many photos I managed to hide it pretty well), but my scale told a different story. It was heartbreaking. I've finally been at a healthy weight since last week. My body fat percentage has dropped by almost ten percent. Wait a minute, does that mean my body consisted of ten percent extra fat seven weeks ago? Jeez. Just the realization alone.
What I'm starting to notice now is that the pounds are coming off less easily than at the beginning. I don't want to call it a ‘dead point’ yet, but according to Steve, that's coming. And then it's a bit of puzzling to see how we're going to tackle that. For now, I feel strong and happy. I'm even taking the terror stairs at Utrecht Central instead of the escalator, well, that says something.
For everyone who still wants to get fit for the summer, I would say: email steve@bookyourtrainer.nl. Whether it's to get back in shape, work off those pregnancy pounds, or grow those killer J.Lo buttocks for the summer. This man will help you, and in the meantime, you'll have a good laugh too. And who knows, maybe I'll see you at the gym soon!
P.S.: Okay, never thought I'd end an article like this. I need to compensate. CHOCOLATE. CAKE. CHEESE SOUFFLÉ. BROWNIE. DICK. BYE.
