About six years ago my best friend and I set off on a new adventure. Up to that point we had gone thru quite a few pregnancies…a couple of adoptions…and many hours of teen drama together. It was now time for us.
My friend was bent on having surgery to remove all the fat that life had brought her way…I was scared to death. I knew that her blood presure was high and all I could think of was…what if she dies?????
I have to admit that it was a purely selfish thought. I had come to rely on this friend. It was a support system that I was not going to let go of without a fight.
I begged her to give me some time to help her lose first. She agreed and then we did something that I never saw coming…we joined a gym.
Soon our days were filled with much laughter…and much pain …as we embarked on this journey.
I laugh just thinking back about how little we knew about our own bodies. Muscles were hurting that we had no idea even exsisted.
We went thru our free trainer days that the gym provided quickly and then stumbled along making the best with the little knowledge that we had.
Then Tom walked into our lives. This little 5 foot nothing of a man started telling us how to do each exercise…how many we should do…and what to eat. Over the years we have discovered that Tom knows his stuff…and he believes in us.
With Tom’s help my friend lost 80 lbs and I lost 30. We were feeling better than we had in years. The gym had become our life…our therapy. Early in the morning, before the phone could start ringing to pull us away, we would meet on the treadmill to laugh and to encourage each other. Then over to the free weights we would go…these once obese middle aged women were befriending body builders.
Tom would be there by our side, not wanting to hear our excuses, just wanting to see our results.
Then it all ended. Life had become too hard…parents were sick and dying…deep depression…grandbabies to babysit. Soon we had fallen into our old trap…worring about everyone else more than ourselves. It wouldn’t be long before all that fat that we had worked so hard to get rid of came back.
How can we get motivated to do this again?
Well my friend and I went back to the gym the other day and there was our trainer…our friend…Tom.
He looked at us and said…so how is the weight doing? How much do you want to lose? I think you should plan five more pounds than that….yep this guy pulls no punches. He doesn’t want our excuses…he just wants results. But he believes in us and it makes us want to believe in ourselves.
With Tom’s help I know that we will succeed again…why?
When we saw Tom at the gym the other day he was doing inverted sit ups….after having 5 stints put in his heart 6 days before. Oh and did I mention that Tom is 82 years old?
No….. Tom doesn’t want to hear our excuses, just our results.