like lentils, sprouts and mung beans, but I really am no hippy. I do like to think that I’m intune with the Universe though.
I don’t even know when our relationship started, the Universe and I. We may have had a fleeting fling in my youth, and then reunited in my early twenties. I think Oprah might have something to do with it. She may have introduced the two of us.
It’s a rocky relationship. One of love: “You’re the best!” and one of hate: “Why can’t you look after me!” But mostly love, and gentle understanding.
Sometimes the Universe speaks in whispers, hinting at you to do something, be something… and then if we ignore it, the whispers get louder and louder until they can no longer be ignored. And sometimes it’s just darn confusing, and I don’t know if the Universe is playing any part in life at all.
I meet with a Personal Trainer at my local cafe to talk about my weight and future sessions. I don’t really enjoy talking about my weight at cafes, amongst people. It’s not my idea of fun, but I’m eager to tackle this and live my best life. And if talking about my weight amongst yummy food and trendy people is part of the process, I’ll do it.
I order a water and we talk for what seems like forever and I forget that there are even people around us. The waitress appears and offers us complimentary brownies on a plate. I laugh, and decline her offer. I wonder to myself, Are you trying to trick me Universe?
Less than a week later I arrive at my first training session. The weather went from perfect the day before, to miserable and pathetic the next. But of course, exercise shall go on. I’m nervous. I’ve trained before. I’ve never loved the training whilst doing it, but loved the feeling after walking away, and home to a cold shower.
We meet at a small undercover hut, in the middle of a park, at seven in the morning, on a rainy and miserable morning.
And we’re not alone. Around thirty other people have gathered too. Not to exercise. Nope. They gather to breakfast. So in this small hut, in the middle of the park, surrounded by ducks {eek, me no likey} I jump, and lunge, and bend, and lift whilst people look on. Bacon and eggs are cooking on their small bar-be-que. I feel like the entertainment. They munch away on their bacon and egg breakfast watching me…
And when I can gather my breath, I laugh. And then I wonder, Universe… are you playing games with me?
oh how horribley awkward 🙁 i would hate that! silly old universe IS playing tricks me thinks!
🙁 silly thing! x
Oh my that does sound painful, especially for your first time. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger right xxx
Perhaps it's a reminder of your commitment to sticking to the path you've chosen? Nothing quite like the stark contrast of those 2 situations to prove your capabilities oh lovely Telle! I hope they felt a twinge of guilt looking at you exercising as they were lolling about with their “naughty” breakfast! 😉
Oh, and I no likey ducks (or any birds!)either.
Did the smell of their breakfast drive you crazy? Well done for getting in there and doing it, each session will be easier! (Wish I knew when the Universe was speaking to me…)
what a universe… 🙂
oh goodness lol how awkward. High Five for pushing through x
that all sounds like scenes from my worst nightmare. The universe is not happy with you right now. I think it wants a brownie.
The universe is def. playing games with me!!!
Love this post!
Good on you for sticking it out. I certainly wouldn't of. Keep it up!!
If you can do that, you can do anything! I love that you've taken on a PT… you are really serious this time, Chantelle. Good luck with the training. The only way is… down?!?!
If you can do that, you can do anything! I love that you've taken on a PT… you are really serious this time, Chantelle. Good luck with the training. The only way is… down?!?!
You're a braver woman than I! Keep on keeping on. Every day you're one day closer to your best you (but I think you're pretty Best already).