When I was younger(7-8), my parents put me in a swimming class. I was one of the best swimmers on the team, and I got the best times. The problem was that we hat these exercise sessions afterwards, which I had never done before. I was fat, and I never thought bad of it because It was essentially baby fat that would almost certainly leave after a few more months of intense swimming. I barely knew what health was and had never excercised. The day I did my first squat was the day that changed my life for the worse. I could not do the sit ups, could not do the wall sits for more than 20 seconds, could not do anything that anyone else did. I was the fattest one in the gym, and I was having so much difficulty that the coach came over to me and called over another boy. He was the same age, but had some abs showing and was extremely strong. He tore into me and told me that I was fat and would never lose the weight without actually trying. I kinda broke inside that day, because trying heard enough meant that I had to push myself so heard that I could not walk down the stairs afterwards, could not sit up when I woke up, and I took two days off before the soreness subsided enough for me to move again. When I came back, the coach got mad at me for not coming to practice, and again lectured me about trying. I tried, but the cycles kept happening, I was overexerting myself so much that I could not think straight and started failing school. Sleep was the only time I was happy, because nothing hurt while I was asleep. I can hardly remember that period of my life now, because I repressed the memories of the pain every day. I just gave up one day, and accepted that I would never please the coach, and stopped going altogether. For the next few years, I progressively got heavier and heavier, and I am now 14, 152 cm, and 80kg. This is me admitting that I need to change. Instead of making my brownies that I make weekly, I am baking some carrot sticks that I am putting hummus on. I got a 2kg and 5kg weight set from decathlon, and I exercised for the first time in 6 years today. When I am on my phone at home(lockdown) I pace instead of sitting down. I love photography, so instead of doing it at home, I am taking more plant extreme close-ups. I am allowing myself 14g of chips for every 5000 steps I take every day to motivate me. (A small packet is 28g, so If I do 10000 steps I get that packet every day. Smiths party packs are great exercise motivation.) I am not telling anyone in my family because if I do and they say they are happy, then it will fell like I already did it and I will lose motivation, which is more important as I try to build up my habits. I guess this is where I am posting the start.
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