Home Workout for Beginners
Get Back into Shape in 5 Weeks, Simple Exercises to
Do from Your Home
Briar Scot Paget
Copyright 2020 by Briar Scot Paget
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Table of Contents
Introduction
When I was a child, I was a little overweight. Back then it never really bothered me because I still participated in sports and children werent as cruel as they are nowadays. At least not in the school I was in. I was fairly popular and had a whole bunch of friends. There really wasnt a reason for me to look at my weight. I was a child; I had better things on my mind. It was like tossing everything into a box and putting it in the back of your closet, telling yourself that you will get to it one dayeventually.
The truth is that you never get to it. Not until you have to move, and you have seven different boxes filled with stuff you never got to sorting out.
That was how I felt about my weight when I got to high school. Still not morbidly obese but just a little overweight, I looked at all of those skinny kids and knew that I was a bus compared to them. There isnt much room for loving if your life is filled with hatred toward your own body. Teenagers are the real evils in the world. Those queen bees who just love making other people look bad so they can feel better about themselves. The jocks who are more muscle than brain who enjoy chipping away at your self-worth. High school, my friends, was a nightmare. I like to blame it on my weight, but the truth was that it wasnt my fault; the other kids were being jerks. It was their fault for not having the brains to say something nice instead if breaking a person down. My problem was that I believed them. I believed them when they said that no one was ever going to love me. I believed them when they told me I was fat, ugly, and worthless.
The point of this very depressing story is that weight can make a big difference in how you see yourself. You feel awful, physically and mentally. You know that whenever you turn your back, people are whispering mean things about you. You know that your body has to work overtime to keep you and the extra pounds of fat alive.
The sad truth is that there is nothing anyone can do to change that. There has been a lot of protests and speeches about body positivity but have any of those protests solved anything? Does anyone really think that its going to make a difference?
Bullying aside, being overweight is a danger your health and your health should be your number one priority as a human being.
But eating right isnt going to solve all of your problems.
I have been on countless diets from keto, to going vegan, to those 28-day diets that make you want to claw at the walls from hunger. I have done Weigh-Less, carb counting, and Ive cut out most carbs. I cant even remember the last time I used sugar in coffee or tea. There are always these too-good-to-be-true advertisements about weight loss with these diets but what no one ever mentions is that those results come only when coupled with exercising.
Its easy to lose hope when youre not losing five pounds in a week like the ads told you, but its impossible to lose weight without starving yourself if you do not exercise. If you sit around and do nothing all day, you arent burning the right number of calories. It just keeps piling on and piling on even though you are eating healthy.
So, when I turned 16, I begged my parents to let me join a gym.
Man, I hated the gym.
I would have preferred being at school rather than at the gym. I couldnt stand the feeling of sweat on my body. I couldnt handle the looks I got from those fitness freaks looking at me like I was some sort of circus act on a treadmill.
At that point in my life, I was used to it all. It didnt make it any less painful.
Over the summer break, I lost enough weight for me to feel confident in my own skin. It was a feeling that I never knew was possible. Getting out of bed used to be a task and a half even when I was dieting but when I was gymming, all of that disappeared. I was energized, I was pumped, and I had a new outlook on life. Nothing could bring me down.
But as I settled into adulthood and I had to take care of myself, paying gym fees wasnt possible anymore and I had to suspend my membership. As much as I hated going to the gym, I loved the feeling that the exercise brought me. It was amazing. The process was horrible, but the reward was great.
In a desperate attempt to keep the body I had worked so hard to get and to keep that form of satisfaction in my life, I did as much research as I could about home exercising.
Now listen, friends, there are a lot of exercise guides that are complete rubbish. I have done my fair share of them. Some of them had me so sore I could barely walk for days and others were boring and made no contribution to my body. It was hard finding the right balance. I had to take some things from one guide and add it to another. I had to add sets, remove sets and tweak them. It took me a good year to finally find the perfect home exercise guide. I have contemplated giving up multiple times, but I knew that once I did, I was going to fall back into that pit I dug as a teenager. I had no intention of going back there. There was no way that I was going to let all that hard work go to waste.
What I have learned from this is that it is easy to give up and finding the right exercises to do is difficult without a trainer there to help you. Thats what I am here for.
Chapter 1:
Motivation
Motivational Stories
Personally, motivation is my biggest enemy. I am not a lazy person, not at all, but theres a difference between doing chores and exercising. Trust me, theres a big difference. Its the absolute worst when you are enjoying some down-time and you remember that you have that date with a treadmill. Then you sit for a good hour, thinking about a good reason why not to attend the date. If you cant come up with a reason, you end up spending another hour trying to think up excuses when canceling anyway.
