So I’ve just come in from a rather successful night here at work. I’m feeling extremely tired, my eyes are gritty and I just want to sleep. Problem is, I’m told some of the blokes out here are saying shit like ‘look at her, why is she out here teaching us this stuff’. According to them, I’m fat. And it’s getting to me. Getting to me big time. Cause everyone else out here is the epitome of physical perfection. Fuckers!
I know I’m not in great shape, but to hear it coming from fat, lazy, lard-arsed miners is a real kick in the guts. A wake up call.
I acted as though it didn’t matter to me, but it did. I’m working on it. It’s more than I can say about probably 95% of the people out here. They’ve obviously no comprehension of body types. If they did they’d have some idea that some people never will be thin. Stick figure, malnourished waife thin.
But that’s beside the point. Hearing that come from someone else, someone who has no idea about me is a real motivating point. I’d already decided that I was going to do two training sessions tomorrow, but now I feel as though I really should just ramp it up, 12 week challenge style, and go hard. Prove the fuckers wrong.
Today, before going to work for the 2nd time, I put my shorts and work polo on, and actually thought I could see some results happening. Tonight I put my jeans on, with the same polo and only saw fat bastard. How can my head do that. I suppose that it is good, cause I know when I see results I tend to get complacent, and that I need to keep working, to maintain some form of consistency, but really. I always struggle to see when the results are coming, in my own body at least, but I thought I saw some improvement today. Some results.
I can see that around my shoulders I’m losing weight, and that is always the first place it goes for me. I’m pretty sure on my legs, from about mid thigh down I’m getting leaner; and that is also where I lose it first. Shoulders and legs.
I know I lost weight after the operation, but I don’t know if I’m putting it back on or not. I feel as though not. My 97 work pants fit way more comfortably now, and I’m wearing them completely done up, lower than I was last swing. I’m also getting the belt to the 2nd hole a lot easier now – I don’t even have to pull. When I’m wearing my 97s at the same height as I was last swing (harry high-pants height) I can get the belt done up to the 3rd hole. So that is a positive result.
I’m just upset at the attitude that miners take to people who come in and promote things that are really only there to help them. They are more than happy to sit back and bitch and moan like someone’s going to cut their leg off if England don’t win the next football world cup, but you try to do something for them and it’s never enough.
I think I wrote the other day that they were complaining that the classes are on M, W & F to suit the day staff (the ones with an education); when they are totally not. I said that if they had any balls they would come and ask why and I’d tell them the actual fucking reason, but they won’t. Too gutless. They’d rather just bitch about the program, we-never-get-anything, self pity style which brings down morale and undermines the program and the positive effects it has on people.
Whining, bitching wankers!
