Falling in love with fitness is something I never thought I would do. Sure, I thought I would tolerate or even enjoy going to the gym, once I began seeing the results. But actually loving going to the gym? Nah, never thought it was going to happen.
So then why was I so happy (I mean maybe not happy, but willing at least) to set my alarm for 6.30am on a Sunday morning, to get up and go train at the gym? Simple, I fell in love with the process, the feeling of growing stronger, the happiness after a session.
I’ve gone from shaking as I walked through the gym doors, so sure that everyone was watching and judging me, and believing I would never go in there on my own (especially not to the scary weights room!), to loving it and quite happily jumping out of bed early on a weekend to go and train, solo.
That’s not to say it isn’t hard to motivated myself some days, but I have enough evidence of how good I will feel afterwards to make myself get up and do it.
I have to say, having my personal trainer was one of the biggest parts of developing my love for the gym. She believed in me and built my confidence, she saw where I could get to before I could even see it myself and she made my sessions full of fun and laughter. She is the one who taught me how to achieve the results I so desperately wished for. If you can afford it, I would highly recommend finding yourself a personal trainer. Without one, I imagine it would have taken me a lot longer to love training as I do now. I have sacrificed nights out, new clothes and many other things to pay for my trainer, but there is no doubt in my mind it has been worth it.
Trust me, it will take time and effort, but if you are willing to work at it, results will come you way. Persistence pays off. But for now, I’d better be off. Got some training sessions to plan!
Another Gym Girl 