LA Boxing

Since I will be in the health profession, and lets face it, I needed to, I decided to lose some weight to get healthy. To do this I started riding the exercise bike in our garage. Let just say I got bored with this, about the time I sat down on the machine. I get bored quite easily and lets face it, if I am bored with exercise there is not a chance that I can stick with it.

So I was doing ok with sticking with the bike, when one day my Mom came in and said I found the PERFECT gym for you. (since me and the thought of being really sweaty in front of muscular boys is not my idea of good time, I was skeptical) I was like, "okay let me hear about it". She said that there is a boxing place where there are classes that you can burn up to 1000 calories an hour. Then I was like okay! I am interested and a little skeptical.

Well the next day (or the next hour) my mom went and checked it out and she told me, "Megan there is a boxing ring and equipment you can buy like boxing gloves etc". So I was totally sold, because lets face it ladies, when we get to accessorize, well we are all sold.

So I checked it out. Overall I loved the look, was extremely intimidating, but I thought, "well why not, I think this would be exciting". So I thought it over for a weekend and then I tried it out.

First time I thought I might die. Now that might seem like an exaggeration, nope not an exaggeration I really thought I was going to die. You just do not realize how your body gets "soft" when you do not use it correctly and how hard it is to actually get going back to where you are suppose to be, after not doing something for a while, like since high school sports.

So anyway I thought I was going to die but I tried it again. And again. Then I decided that I should sign up. I love it y'all. It is empowering and a great workout. Not to mention that I can actually throw a punch now, which, I am not sure how handy that will be when I am a physical therapist but hey it seemed important to mention. Anyway, back to the story.

Well it has been about a month since I started. During my journey me and my Nemesis met quite often. The scale. The instrument to which we women judge ourselves daily, weekly or monthly by. So me and my nemesis met and each time no loss, gain, no loss etc..... sooooo I continued on my weight loss goals and went to kickboxing three times a week. Now I feel healthier, better, and more in shape. I still have a long way to go, but I feel better.

So today my mom and I went shopping for some clothes for school. She is determined to make me more feminine and I am resisting with every fiber if my being. Sorry but I am stubborn like that, anyway I got on the scale this morning I have officially gained two pounds since last week. After throwing the scale across the room I went shopping with my mom. I reluctantly tried on clothes. Now this is make or brake time people, this is when you know if you are doing good or bad on your diet, since new clothes never lie. So I tried on a few things and, wait a minute I need a smaller size in these shirts. Oh and in these pants.

WAIT A MINUTE I LOST A SIZE!!

After a little dance in the dressing room and much rejoicing I bought some new smaller outfits. People, it goes to show you that, you should not give up when you gain weight and you are working out regularly. You are probably gaining muscle that weighs more than fat and you are losing inches.

So needless to say I can not wait to go to kickboxing tomorrow. So keep it up you dieters!!!, if I can do it so can you!!!