Life of A Fat Girl: The Workout Plan

I walked to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator and saw a jar of chilled cucumber and lemon detox drink sitting in the center compartment. I twist opened the container and took a sip.

My goodness. This stuff tastes like poison. This is definitely going down the sink.

I opened the water cooler and filled up my bottle full. I pulled up a cute purple colored bunny socks over my feet and tied my shoe laces. It was slightly drizzling outside.

Maybe not today. I will get wet and I might fall sick.

I took off my shoes and walked back into the house somewhat slightly glad that i escaped the workout session I have been hating all my life.

"Aren't you supposed to be going for a workout session?" my housemate asked. 

"It is raining outside."

"Very funny. It does not rain inside the gym dude. So, carry that fat ass and get going," she urged.

She made so much sense that I had no choice but to go to the gym. I had to make a difference this time.

I pulled over the parking lot at the gymnasium and stepped into that scary place. I felt a dramatic bgm playing and the fan in the gym blew wind against my face.

MY GOODNESS!! IT STINKS IN HERE!! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE GIRL!!

I felt like it was the smelliest environment I have ever been. I cant even tolerate hospital and fresh market smell. Gym has gone beyond all that. Bulky men carrying heavy weights sweat as if sweat sprinklers were attached to their skin.

Ignoring all the funny smelling scents around me, I walked to the locker area and dumped my bag and bottle into one of the shelves.

Wow. She is so fit. Oh my god, look at that ass.

Girls in the gym were so fit. They were wearing pretty workout outfits. Some wore crop tops and their tummy was so perfect. I can stare at the slight muscular lines on their abs all day long.

Have not seen my navel in a very long time. Got to say hi again to that poor thing.

I was ashamed to be in there. Everyone seemed to be having a perfect structure. Then, there is me. A Petronas gas tank rolling here and there with oversized outfits because I cannot fit into those cute jogger pants and singlets. Everyone was busy with their workout routine but I felt as if I was being laughed at and judged over my overflowing fats.

I did not know where to start or what to do.

TREADMILL!!

Treadmill seemed to be the safest option. I stepped on it and set the gradient at 4.0 and the speed at 4.5 and started walking, jogging, walking running jogging. After 15 minutes, I felt my feet wobbling and I was feeling super exhausted. I paused the machine and rested. After 5 minutes, I continued another 20 minutes. The last few minutes felt like forever. When it finally ended and the machine stopped, there was still a ground moving sensation on my feet. After effects of Treadmill.

I was drenched in sweat. I wanted to try some other equipments. I had no knowledge to use them and they were occupied by perfect people with perfect structure.

I did not want to embarrass myself by trying all that infront of them. Just then, a young man appeared and spoke to me softly. He was so good looking and polite that I was imagining eloping to Paris with him.

"Do you need some guidance? You can try arm workout with weights to get rid of the flabs."

"Oh hi.. Wouldn't that make my arms bulkier?"

"No it won't. First it will burn the fats. And aid muscle growth. Dont get the wrong idea that weight lifting means becoming bulky."

I nodded and agreed to him to try some weight lifting. He and few other fit men chatted with and taught me to use the weights and the equipments. They even advised on healthy and clean eating habits and proper workout plans.

They were so friendly and helpful that I no longer felt bizarre in the environment I thought I do not belong.

That day, I learned that; one should never ever body shame his or her ownself. Everyone is beautiful just the way they are. Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder and should never be measured from the size of a person's waist length. To live a contented and disease free life, size healthy should be the goal and not size zero.