
It's Tuesday. I started a boot camp yesterday. A weight-loss boot camp. I can honestly say that it's the hardest thing I've ever had to do. Ever.
I decided to sign up for it because I'm tired of being out of shape. I feel that I lose out on opportunities in LA because I'm a "bigger girl" than most of the other ones here. It seems that every time I see an audition for a Latina, the first thing I read is "MUST BE HOT". It's honestly kinda depressing sometimes.
Here's the worst thing though. I'm the fattest person in my class. How horrible is that? I go to Barry's Boot Camp in Sherman Oaks, which is about a 10 minute drive from my apartment. I researched and found the best boot camp in LA that I could find. Everyone swears by this place. If you go to their website, you can see that celebs go to this place all the time to get in shape. Here's my problem, when I arrived at the class, I looked around and noticed that EVERYONE in the class is ALREADY HOT! The first thing I thought was, "What the hell are you guys doing here? You guys are ALREADY at the point that I want to be at! Get outta here! You won already-you sunk the battleship, you've connected four....you won!"
I was already scared about doing this class because I'm afraid that I won't be able to finish it. Now I have this added pressure to it. And to top it off: they have mirrors EVERYWHERE. That's exactly what I need....for the number of hot people to be multiplied.
I went in yesterday and right away, we were on the treadmill for 30 minutes. We got up to a 6 degree incline...which killed me. Then we did 30 minutes of weights, focusing on arms. At the end of class, the trainer comes up to me and says, "Great job on not stopping at all today!" Which I can take two ways. One way, is that it's very common for people to stop because it's more than what they expected. The other way is to think, his standards for me are lower because once again..I'M THE BIGGEST ONE IN THE CLASS. Of course, you know that being human, I usually take things the worst way I can so I think he has lowered his standards for me.
Why is that? Why do we always LOVE to think the worst? Ugh, it kills me sometimes that I do that.
So today, second day we're working again 30 minutes on the treadmill and 30 minutes of weights, today focusing on leg work which I hear from the people that are regulars at this boot camp that "even they haven't gotten used to the pain of leg day". Neat. Just neat.
Needless to say, today was even more difficult than yesterday. I was going to throw up about five times. I didn't, but I was close. After this class, I'm crawling to my car and thinking, "This is it. I quit!" But then a half hour later, I'm glad I did the class. Kinda. I still feel kinda bad because after the workout, I'm still the biggest one in the class. Once again, it's weird how you focus on the bad stuff. I guess I just never thought of myself as too big, but when I walked into this class I realized, "Woah, I could be a lot smaller."
I guess I just figured I'd write about it because I know that a lot of people struggle with weight loss and issues about their self-image. I want to show that I do...and I'm not afraid of letting you know. I'm afraid of the class. I wonder if I did the right thing by joining this class. Who knows? I guess it's like that saying: Nothing worth doing is ever easy. Sometimes you just have to be the fat girl and suck it up. Damn.