Joulo's Body

For my entire life I have always been literally a stick. I kept complaining of course. There wasn't a day that I didn't and not one of those days have I ever liked my body. I admit that being thin can sometimes be easy because I could fit in small spaces or I stand out but it's really hard. You know, like when there are games and your group mates don't trust you 'coz they assume my energy will be used up for a couple of minutes. I have not been teased to losing my confidence about my size and shape but sometimes there is that somebody who might taunt me.

For years I have planned on gaining weight that led me to bingeing and taking supplements but alas, none of those worked until my cousin who's as thin as I am went to the gym with his hottie girlfriend for three months and stopped. Like an unexpected happy ending, he ballooned and that turned on the green light for me: I am going to the gym! The question really was when because I didn't have the time and the confidence to tell my parents about it.

I admit that I am a conceited person but I am not a liar. There have been a lot of instances when people would compliment me about my face then complain about my figure. Damn. It didn't really hurt me but it was still better if I was complimented without a disclaimer.

Finally, I urged my Mom to enroll me to a gym and I opened up about my weight. Being the penny pincher that my mom is, she told me to eat up but I was quick to defend my physical state and then she finally surrendered and took me to a gym.

When we were inside the gym I was kind of embarrased because the trainor had a good body. He told me that I was a healthy boy and that I was just thin which I absolutely agree with. In a way, I was inspired by the images in my mind when I looked in the mirror. This was it. I was finally doing it. Now na!

First day didn't turn quite what I expected it to be because after the treadmill my trainor asked if I had breakfast and I said in a nervous tone "No." I know! That was so stupid! I'm so stupid! How could I not have taken breakfast when I was going to the gym and use up energy? Ugh! I felt really embarassed as the whole gym including the members chorused that I should've eaten breakfast! My mom butted in the picture too! Great-o!

I went back the day after with breakfast in my tummy ready to be burned and did the usual warm-ups and lifts and whateva! I felt good. Really good. In fact, even though I just started I already feel confident and hot! Okay, not true about the latter but I do feel healthy and energized!

I hope that my time in the gym would be a wonderful experience and that I do gain weight. Here's to hoping!