OK, let's be honest here I have never been the sort of person who loves exercise! I think it's torture, unless it's that other sort of exercise if you get my drift. Anyways, if I had a good metabolism, I would say hand on heart, fuck doing exercise! I'm naturally slim and march out of a gym and never look back.
However, I have been cursed with shit genetics in more ways than one (having PCOS and a rare genetic skin condition) so it is a constant battle to stay fit. The skin condition effects my self-confidence and self-esteem (that's a whole other story) sorry I digress.
Anyways, when I was younger, one form of exercise I liked to do was swimming (as I wanted to be a mermaid), plus it was the only sort of physical activity I was actually good at. I lasted only a few lessons at karate, I loathed ballet and my mum didn't dare take me to gymnastics. She once said to me "you weren’t a very graceful child" in other words I stomped about, and my coordination was shocking. Throughout my childhood, the only main exercise was swimming, riding my lovely, baby pink bicycle with tassels attached to the handles up and down the street, and the occasional kiss chase, which I didn't mind of course.
When puberty hit, I stopped being so active and low and behold the weight slowly crept up. At the age of fifteen, I joined the gym but I only stepped foot in the building on two occasions. I told myself that I was going to Weight Watchers, so that's enough to help me lose the weight. The years went by, one or two Ministry of Sound workout DVDs were purchased and were used. Though every time I used it, there were three perfectly toned, slim, tanned women staring back at me, making feel like a total fat piece of shit, so that didn't last very long either. Soon, dancing in nightclubs, drunken walks home or the walk of shame in the morning was the only form of exercise in my life. Still, I was in denial about how I felt about myself knowing that deep down, that I had to do something about this weight gain. When I was living on my own at one point, I found some motivation, where I picked up jogging and on occasion did some hill training. The main reason behind that, was that I ran past Brompton barracks and I was always hoping to perv on some squaddies. This also didn't last very long, as I pulled a muscle in my arse and that was the last of that phase.
I even signed myself up to do a Personal Trainer course to put myself into action. I felt defeated afterwards, because though I passed the physical part of the course, I failed the theory part. That gave me the excuse to think “screw it, I'm not supposed to do exercise or be in a gym”. During that time, I also joined the gym linked with the course. Feeling so insecure and out of place, I only stepped foot in there on a few occasions and cancelled my membership "to save money".
It wasn't until I saw an advert for Shaun T Insanity workout DVD, when I thought this is the push I need (or punishment). In the end the DVD's were purchased. My partner at the time was supposed to join me but he only lasted five minutes, but that didn't put me off. I was determined this time to lose the pounds I gained over the years. There were many times, I wanted to jack it in, go straight back to the sofa and stuff my face with a McDonald's breakfast (which was my favourite hangover cure). Or, decide this isn't worth it, but in the end, I was glad that I persevered with it. The inches I lost was amazing (unfortunately I deleted my results) though I do remember my waist being 34 inches and it went down to 26 inches! People started to give me compliments and people were giving me attention for all the right reasons! I even did a second round of Insanity as I knew what great results I got.
Afterwards, I stopped exercising as much and life got in the way, but fortunately the weight stayed off. When I moved to Milton Keynes to move in with the parents (due to a shitty break up) exercise was the last thing on my mind. Knowing I can't get away without doing no exercise at all I purchased some workout DVD's at home to do, as no one was going to see me looking like a sweaty mess. I didn't have much motivation during that period of time and the weight only slightly went up, but I felt uncomfortable and didn't feel great about my slight weight gain. My mother wanted to join the gym, so she convinced me to join with her. Don't get me wrong, I didn't feel as self-conscious as I did back in the day, but I didn't want to do any exercises where I might be doing it wrong. I also wanted some guidance in what certain exercises to do and I was interested in lifting weights but didn't know where to even begin!
This is where having a Personal Trainer phase began. Luckily, I have never had a PT that I have been attracted to, as I would feel too embarrassed and I would also spend the whole hour flirting with him and not exercising. I get easily distracted. Every PT has been different and still today I use different exercises I have been shown. Unfortunately, having a Personal Trainer can come at a price, so unless you are willing to pay good dollar then I wouldn't suggest getting one. Personally, I would say getting a PT is a brilliant way to gain confidence in the gym and also gave me the motivation to push myself.