I guess this is a good place to start with the new direction of my blog: to tell you where I am now and how I got here in terms of fitness. I've certainly had my own ups and downs in the past years and I'm a bit nervous about publishing this. But I really want to share my story, so here it is. Enjoy!
As a child and adolescent I was a skinny little thing, who always managed to make all the doctors and nurses concerned about my weight. I didn't do it on purpose, I was just a very active kid. I think I ate like a horse but was also a picky eater. E.g. If we had fish for dinner, it had to be "pink" (also known as salmon). At the age of nine I started gymnastics. It went from a second hobby to a very serious activity, which took all of my time. I loved it, but was planning on quitting almost every year because of the team I was on at first. My mum had a better idea, and when it was physically possible, I changed teams and loved my dear hobby even more. Training got very intense and my team practiced about five to seven times a week, three hours at a time. Needless to say, when you train that much you're physically in very good condition. I even won the junior world championships with my team.
The world of gymnastics is very aesthetic and graceful. The sport is absolutely beautiful and having it as a hobby taught me so much, such as bodycontrol, the meaning of hard work and teamwork, and how to be organized (the latter was definitely needed with the amount of practices we had). But unfortunately it comes with some downsides. For me it was so intense my puberty got delayed (happens to some girls, when they train really hard or are too skinny... I could have probably ticked both boxes). A certain shape of body was also more desired than others: tall and skinny. But not too tall, because that was also too big. I was naturally tall and slim, so personally I got very few hints on my size from anybody else, although I was actually so tall that sometimes it was wondered out loud how difficult it was to find the right place for me in our routine. I took it really well at the time but now that I think of it, I was only 2 or 3 cm taller than the next one. Slightly ridiculous.
In high school I got loads of new friends and felt like I had to put more effort into my studies just to even get through my courses, so I decided to quit gymnastics and start dancing instead. Back then I trained only once a week, which was obviously a huge difference to how much I had trained before. When I turned 19 I also joined a gym for the first time in my life. With all the knowledge and experience of training I had, it all should have probably gone very smoothly. But it didn't.
It was very different to exercise without having somebody to push you to do more or having a whole team rely on the fact that you turn up to practices, when that's what you've been used to for so many years. I didn't have time or a reason to train as much as before and as I had just turned 18, I was very excited about partying. My eating habits should have also changed after my almost professional sports "career", but I was so used to being able to eat anything and as much as I liked to that it didn't even occur to me that I might need to change that if I didn't train as much as before. The equation here is a very simple one: too much energy intake plus alcohol plus too little training equals 10 extra kilos in a very short time.
For quite some time I didn't care. I was never overweight, although the limit of being so wasn't very far away. Luckily I started realizing at some point that if I didn't change something, I would cross that limit. At this point I want to make it very clear that nowadays, despite what gymnastics taught me, I don't mind what size me or anybody else is. All shapes are beautiful, as long as you are happy. But back then I just simply wasn't comfortable in my own body and that my unhealthy lifestyle was showing badly. So I started attending fitness classes and running. I stopped drinking alcohol and, for some reason I can't remember, I decided to reduce the amount of meat I ate. It took me about 6 months and eventually my weight was back where it had been when I quit gymnastics and it has stayed there ever since.
Nowadays I'm happy with myself. I feel comfortable and healthy in my body and I don't have to worry about what I eat or how much I exercise, because I've learned the perfect balance for myself between the two. I don't have exact goals for body transformation anymore, instead I want to sweat with a smile on my face, be strong and flexible and have a healthy heart. Fitness classes aren't just a hobby of mine, but I also instruct them myself and nothing gives me greater pleasure! Not only am I working out myself but I also have the chance to help other people do their best and experience sweating and smiling simultaneously. I also go to other instructors classes and go to the gym. I've studied physical education at university and it only confirmed my love towards fitness and working out.
And this is how I want to continue living. My body might transform along the way, but that is not my priority. Sweat & smile, happy & healthy. Those are my goals :)
Hope you enjoyed my fitness story. Let me know your thoughts in the comments!
Lots of love,