For the moment, yes. But sometimes, no. Thanks. <3
Bagarre de rouge à lèvre avec mon frère… 0-1 pour l’instant, fais bien attention à tes fesses à noël. <3 (à Neuville-en-Condroz)
Why do I care about my diet and the gym so much?
I’ve never really opened up about what I am about to share with whoever is reading this; I’m not trying to seek the attention of people in this post, nor am I trying to persuade anybody into thinking anything at all about diet/ working out… I am merely trying to share my experiences with anybody who wishes to listen, in the hope that they feel like they know me better than they currently do.
So, this is a picture of me when I was younger. I love my parents more than anything, and I know if they ever read this, they’ll say I’m being totally silly and exaggerating… but growing up, I was, in my opinion fat. From the age of about 8, until probably 14, I continuously struggled in P.E classes at school, as well as at training for my local football team. I just couldn’t keep up with my friends when we did training exercise and every year at middle school I dreaded the time when ‘cross- country’ was mentioned by the teachers. Cross- Country is basically running across heath land. Most of the schools in my area do this every year and at the school I attended between ages 8-13, it was probably the biggest event of the sporting calendar. It was an activity that was compulsory- ALL children had to do it, EVERY year. I was always one of the kids who ended in the last 20, out of 120 children… every year…
What most people seem to overlook throughout school is the psychological struggle overweight children have to deal with throughout school; it’s pretty obvious that overweight people sometimes have physical difficulties- I was pretty slow at running and couldn’t run for as long as my friends. However, what people never knew or saw was that I was petrified to ever get changed in the changing rooms- I was so self-conscious of my body that I would always get dressed as fast as I could. It was so bad that I dreaded going swimming with my school when it was our turn to do so. Maybe what I am saying is coming across as rather hyperbolic, as it’s normal for many children of that age to have a bit of ‘puppy fat’, but I’m just trying to explain to you how I felt growing up.
Now this sounds kind of crazy, because for so many people this is just a normality of summer but for me, hot sunny days were also hard; all of my friends growing up were skinny so whenever we would go out bmxing as children, or go in the sea on the beach, they would all take their tops of without hesitation. For me however, I refrained from doing this for years- truthfully, looking back now, I was a bit stupid; I was by no means obese and I’m sure my friends wouldn’t have ever teased me at all… but at the time I couldn’t see this.
The journey to where I am at now has taken me years. I’ve made progress physically… I’ve lost a lot of weight over the years, but that’s almost not important. The point is that I’ve got to a mental state of happiness; I am finally at peace with myself and have a degree of confidence with myself. I don’t want to sound arrogant because I’m not saying in any way whatsoever that I think I’m amazing or anything… what I mean is that I don’t worry anymore about taking my top of in the summer or swimming etc… and that’s down to my determination to change how I feel about myself, as well as going to the gym and adjusting my diet.
I know that when I put pictures of the gym, my food, or my body on the internet that some people think it’s stupid and honestly don’t care, and that’s seriously fine! I don’t expect people to love health and fitness as much as me at all… and I don’t blame you! :) But if anything is to be taken from this post, I hope you realise that I’m not a guy who is trying to show off his body, or someone who is obsessed with losing weight, thinking that they’re fat, because I’m not. I hope that I’ve been able to highlight the fact that not everyone is necessarily how you initially presume they are; people generally have reasons for why they do certain things; I post about food, the gym and my progress because it’s something that’s important to me. It used to kill me when people commented on my pictures saying ‘man boobs’… You have no idea how hurt I got from some of those messages because it took me back to when I was 12 again, struggling with my weight.
I’m sorry if this post has been a bit crazy and deep but I hope you understanding me a little bit better now.
Well done society.