Kiki's diet diary
In five seconds, that one gym class turned into one big nightmare. I arrived somewhat insecure, shuffling in that short gym shorts, but the little self-confidence I had was crushed by him. “Wow, Kiki, you have thick legs!”
Shortness of breath.
With one comment, he hit me right in my heart.
The bastard.
In the background, three boys from my class laughed sheepishly. Even the boy I had a crush on. I could have cried. With a face ready to explode, I rushed back to that locker room. I would never gym again. Never wear shorts again. Those FUCKING LEGS, damn it.
Kids can be cruel. Very cruel. I am fourteen years later and I still sometimes stand sighing in front of the mirror looking at my legs. You see: every woman has insecurities. Parts of the body that you are ashamed of as a teenager. As you get older, the negative obsession usually fades a bit. You slowly start to accept yourself. Finding a way to love your body anyway. I think I am now in that transitional phase.
I really don’t feel like hiding. I really don’t feel like not wearing jeans because I think ‘I can’t pull that off’. Sleeveless dresses absolutely do not work with my arms either. Which idiot actually thought of that? I’ve been giving myself a complex for a hundred years that really makes no sense. Even if I lose ten kilos now, those legs will remain. It’s simply my build.
What I do notice is that my legs are getting a lot tighter now that I’ve started exercising. Ha, that cellulite is going away. Ha, that skirt suddenly fits again. Ha, that leather jacket is less tight around my upper arms. The secret? Well, I’m not following a real eating plan. I’m figuring out what works best for my body, but I can tell you that I’m far from starving myself. On the contrary, I eat all day long, but just light digestible. I eat a lot of vegetables, fruits, grains, legumes, and unprocessed products.
Losing kilos is really nothing more than a sum. If you keep track of what and how much you’re putting in, you also know what you can and cannot eat to lose weight week after week. The harder part is finding that familiar ‘switch’ that needs to be flipped. And how do you ensure that switch stays flipped? Look, that’s where my personal trainer Steve came in. He has taught me an incredible amount about nutrition and exercise and yes, then I realized that I was living quite unhealthily.
Additionally: his motivation is contagious. He sends me messages like: ‘Today we’re going for it again, soldier!’ I want to take a picture with him for you guys a hundred times, but he doesn’t like to be in the spotlight. Ha. Then you’ve got exactly the wrong person with me. Check his website from Book Your Trainer for a moment. Yes, there you go, buddy.
Good. Next week we’re weighing in again and you understand: I’ll keep you guys posted. One thing I do know for sure: when I have my birthday in May, I’ll be at my fittest. Oh, and to that boy who felt the need to stomp on my heart during gym: fuck you. You’d wish your girlfriend had legs like that. HA.
