It’s that time of the year again for college students. That time where you pack up all of your stuff to move out of your dorm, when you stop being walking distance from all of your friends, and you come home for four months to relax or intern or work or maybe even a mix of all three.
As soon as my mother called me to let me know she was in front of my dorm, I came downstairs expecting a hug and something along the lines of “How was your semester? Where’s your things?”, but, the first thing my mother said to me when she got out of the car to greet me was, “Oooooh, girl! You got FAT. ”
Yup, she called me fat. Now, this wasn’t a new realization for me- about two weeks before I was scheduled to go home for the summer, I remember doing my makeup, looking in the mirror, and seeing that my face was a little chubbier. I knew that I had been stress eating and I Instead of being okay with the fact that I had gained a little weight and not worrying about it, the first thing I wondered was how many people saw my weight gain before I had and the second was what my mother would say when she saw me. This isn’t anything new to me, she always tells me that I should watch my weight and I should try and eat less, but, it was still a little shocking that it was the first thing she said to me. Instead of being upset, she gave me the motivation I needed to start going to the gym on a regular basis.
I’ve always wanted to be the type of person who went to the gym everyday, but I’ve never had the motivation to do so. Once I got home, my mom calling me fat started to get worse. I would come home and she would tell me that I don’t need to eat certain things or just telling me that I need to be more active, so I’ve been slowly but surely changing my “at-home lifestyle”. I got a gym membership, I drink low fat milk and use low-fat yogurt to make smoothies with fresh fruit, and I drink more water. I started officially going to the gym on Monday, May 10th and so far, I’ve been going everyday for at least an hour. They say it takes about 21 days to form a habit and I’m ready for the gym to be my new habit. Now, I hope you’re not reading this and thinking “This poor girl, her mom is so mean!”, because this was what I needed to get my act together and finally accomplish something I’ve wanted to do for a long time.
This is another journey that I knew I needed to take and although I’m a little scared, I know I can do it because all it takes it 21 days, a little motivation, some workout advice from Pinterest, and the will to wake up early 5 days a week.