Variable Fatness
Written by The Laddie
I am not sure if I ever said that before, but I want to lose 30 kg within the next year. When you consider that I am 126 kg right now, it does not seem a lot. But when I talked to my Gran about it, she said (as sharp as ever) that I would be losing 5 stone and I would be 15 stone at the end. WOW! I am 20 stone now and I want to lose 5 of that! That does seem like a mountain to get over. Again, looking at it in kilos, I just need to lose 500 g a week, which does not seem too daunting.
Last week’s weigh in for me is a little conflicting:
Calendar Week 5
Week 3
126.00 Kg
277.20 lbs
19.11 stone
That’s a gain of 200 g from last week.
Ok, not a lot and it turned out when I got to Monday morning, my weight was back to 125.8 kg. So I am cool with it.
I have to say though, the gym is freaking me out! After a little email to Dietgirl, I got a confirmation that I should in fact do my stretches while doing my workout. See, in McEvil (the gym), they have this tiny little poster with the basic and advanced stretches. But when the gym is crowded, I feel like an idiot in the middle of these experts who carry on without even looking at the poster.
At the core of my Fatboy freakout is the number of people at the gym. I never wait too long for a machine, but it freaks me out that I might have to. Here are some thoughts that run through my head when I am getting to the gym:
‘Christ, it’s packed! I will never get a machine’
‘They are all staring at me…Why are they staring?’
‘Do I have something on my face?’
‘Why is that guy posing in front of the mirror without a shirt on?’
‘Is it necessary to hog the bench?’
‘God man, put something decent on!’
‘Why are you putting on make up for the gym?’
‘That guy in front of me is pulling a lot more than I am, he’s HUGE!’
‘Why are they staring at me?’
‘Look at me, Jabba the Hutt on a recumbent’
‘Why do I pick this machine by the mirrors?!’
‘Look at those idiots on the reverse butterfly, they will get themselves injured’
‘Must finish my 45 minutes…only 30 minutes to go…5 minutes take too long!!!’
Last week it was crowded again and I was in the changing room, getting my gear into a lower locker. Now, we guys honestly think that the ladies changing rooms are like something from Road Trip, where all the girls are naked, everything is steamy and kinky and everyone’s putting lotion on each other. If you gals think a similar thing happens in the mens changing rooms, I would like to inform you that it’s not like that at all. Far from it.
Some dude walked up to me from the shower and almost thrust his goods into my face! I nearly stumbled back in horror and felt like screaming ‘Put a towel on man, for Christ’s sake!’. I still have this issue with nakedness in the changing rooms and it’s nothing to do with my fat. I am not what you would call your typical British prude, but I have a reason that has controlled me for far too long now.
Back in High School, after football I would make up stupid lies, like I was scared of showers (not the water, but the mechanics). Eventually after some crying and hyperventilating, I was let off with the shower, as long as I got the worst off in the bathroom sink and got the rest at home. My parents to this day don’t know that this went on – not that they’d be interested in the least.
Unfortunately this is something I will probably never really be comfortable with at all. But I will not let someone elses bits n’ bobs stop me from going to the gym!
I have a promise to keep that’s far more important.
