Sunday, I finally took the step of joining a fitness club. It’s the first time in my life I’ve actually had a paid membership to one. I had access to a student gym in college , but other than the occasional trip to the swimming pool I never set foot in the place. Now, I am a paid member of my local Planet Fitness, with a 12 month commitment to continue paying regardless of whether or not I actually use their facilities.
On a personal level, this is the next step of a long struggle for me. I’ve been “serious” about weight loss for a solid decade now; the first actual “diet plan” I ever followed was the Atkins diet in 2003. I lost 50 pounds on that one over about 9 months, then plateaued, got frustrated, fell off the diet, and gained the weight back. That started a series of annual attempts, usually beginning in January, always over by June.
This year, I’m the heaviest I’ve even been. In addition to my usual cycle, I’ve been stress-eating over the past three months, plus not sleeping well. It’s not the first time I’ve tipped 300 lbs., but it’s the longest I’ve been over the line. And I’m 37; these pounds are not going to go away as easily as they did ten years ago. So, it’s time to do something different. Join a gym, stop eating so much, get the weight off.
Of course, there’s the added motivation this year of my larger transformation. I’ve been told by more than one person that if I ever intend to transition, I’m going to have to lose weight first. HRT is stressful on the body. Not to mention that, at 6′ 4″, it’s already hard to find women’s clothes to fit into! The extra weight only makes it harder.
Wish me luck. I’m sure I’ll keep you all appraised … so long as it’s good news. 😉