The Honest Start of My Fitness Journey
I didn’t lose 50 lbs by doing it the “right” way. This is the unfiltered story of how I went from ashamed, unmotivated, and overweight to finally taking control of my life — one uncomfortable step at a time.
Let’s be real: I didn’t want to change. I just didn’t want to be fat anymore.
I didn’t start working out because I was inspired. I didn’t have a goal. I didn’t even believe I could change.
The truth? My siblings forced me into the gym.
I was a freshman in high school, about to become a sophomore. I was overweight, insecure, and completely unmotivated in every area of my life. I felt stuck in a body and a mindset I didn’t recognize, and honestly, didn’t respect.
People used to call me “turtleneck.” Not because I wore one… but because I had so much fat around my face and neck that you literally couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. That stuff sticks with you.
So when I started going to the gym with my sister, it was a joke. I’d laugh about how hard everything was, not because it was funny, but because deep down, I was ashamed. Ashamed of how far I had let myself go. Ashamed of the way I looked. Ashamed of how I felt in my body.
But I wanted to be skinny. I wanted to be fit. I just wanted it to happen fast, without the hard work.
Let’s be real — that’s what most people want.
But that mindset? It gets you nowhere.
When I say I was unfit… I mean it.
I never trained. I never ran. I avoided anything physical like it was punishment. At every school lacrosse tryout, when we had to run a timed mile — I faked being sick. Every single year.
So when I started going to the gym, I was starting from the bottom. I walked slowly on the treadmill for 20 minutes, a couple times a week. I did a few bodyweight squats here and there. That’s it. But somehow, that tiny bit of movement helped me lose 5 pounds.
And let me say this loud:
Losing weight at the very beginning is the easiest it’ll ever be.
That’s water weight and shock to the system. It does not last if you don’t commit.
But it lit a spark. And I ran with it.
Seeing that first bit of progress was addicting. For the first time, I thought: Maybe I can actually do this. Even though I was still embarrassed. Even though I was “the funny fat friend.” I let myself want more. And I made it my identity.
I became the gym girl.
I didn’t know what I was doing. My form was trash. I still skipped cardio. But I started lifting. I drank protein shakes. And I kept showing up. I didn’t change my diet at all. I wasn’t eating clean. But because I was finally moving every day, I was burning more than ever.
By month five, I was down 25 pounds.
The scale dropped. But what mattered more was how I looked and felt.
The fat on my back started fading.
My arms were leaner.
My underarm and belly fat were shrinking.
I started to see a body I didn’t hate.
But let me be EXTREMELY clear —that was NOT enough to become lean, and it was not going to get me fit.
It was a start. But I was still eating mindlessly and avoiding real structure.
That next level? It required something more.
To be continued in Part 2…
Tomorrow, I’ll tell you how I:
- Broke past the 25 pound plateau
- Got lean (and stopped guessing)
- Built real discipline that stuck
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With Love,
The Secret College Girl