I never thought I’d say it, but I love my gym sessions | Rick Jackson
It’s something I’m desperately trying to change, but how on earth am I going to achieve it?
You may remember that late last year I was set a challenge on my breakfast show.
It was called Get Rick Fit and it meant I had to join a gym for six weeks to get the ball rolling on finally losing my middle-aged spread.
I enjoyed the six weeks so much I joined the gym full time and now, at the beginning of March, I’m starting to see the results at last.
Like so many, I had always hated the gym.
I’d join, go for a few weeks not really knowing what to do, feel nervous about using the equipment and then I’d give up.
Now, I can’t wait to go to the gym.
I drive to Farlington, follow the sign on the other side of Sainsbury’s and I’m almost there.
This is very much unlike me, but once I get there, I’m greeted by friendly faces and the smell of freshly-brewed coffee.
For me, a small group, personal training gym is the way to go.
I actually look forward to seeing who I am going to be working out with and which top coach I’m going to be assigned to.
When I work out, I put in 100 per cent effort.
Again, this is not like me but I realise the only person I’m cheating if I don’t try my best, is me.
So now my definition is really improving and so is my posture. My back is so much better and I’ve even got a ‘two pack’!
Sadly, the lifebelt of blubber I have around my waist refuses to budge.
Even though I get excellent nutritional advice, a long, hectic day means biscuits, treats and wine are so hard to resist.
Then there is the guilt of knowing that all that hard work will not fully pay off while a toasted hot cross bun with lashings of butter is in my hand and about to enter my mouth.
The gym has a slogan ‘the body achieves what the mind believes’. I can work the body, but now I need to work on my mind, my toughest challenge yet.
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