A Different Kinda Saturday on Lose Weight or Die Trying (LWODT)

It’s Saturday and I’m posting this late because my day has been… busy.

Busy running around Lagos, doing a hundred small things and the Lord's work. Glory to God. Somehow I wonder how the clock moved so fast. At some point I suspect the clock and PHCN have a secret agreement to zap time and energy on weekends. If you dont gerrit forget about it.

Let me confess something dear readers and fans, yesterday was Friday and I thought about my old Friday nights ......they were not innocent.

Friday nights used to mean fun.

And by fun I mean:

• wine

• cocktails

• pizza

• suya

• french fries

• and enough small chops to feed a medium-sized wedding reception.

.....what was on your mind naughty people... You thought I was going to give you bad gist. I was a good girl. Heh heh!

After an indulgent TGIF, Saturday mornings would arrive with their usual consequences.

My traditional Saturday plan  used to be hangover brunch, the kind where you sit somewhere fancy pretending you are having a “relaxed breakfast” when in reality you are trying to negotiate peace between your head and your stomach.

Enter the famous “hair of the dog” mimosa strategy,  which, for those unfamiliar, is basically saying:

“What caused the problem might also solve the problem.”.....Very scientific. Tee hee hee!

Fast forward to LWODT era...

Friday night was as pure as a new born baby's soul and Saturday began as holy as a Sunday morning. 

This morning I woke up, did my quiet time with God..... thanksgiving, reflection, trying to gather my thoughts before the day ran away with me.

I had a plan.

Gym for 60 minutes.......and I was actually looking forward to it.....well, not entirely because of athletic ambition, I must confess.......I was mainly excited to debut my new gym baffs. If you don’t know what baffs are, it simply means cool clothes that make you look great… even if the body is still negotiating the details.

So as I was still thinking of getting up to go to the gym the devil tried to discourage me.

Just when it was time to get up, my mind suddenly started producing very intelligent excuses...and in bullet points:

        • “You can go later.”

• “Rest is important.”

• “Your body needs recovery.”

• “Even Olympic athletes take days off.”

It was a very convincing internal meeting, complete with powerpoint presentation.

But thankfully my sister showed up.

In my mind she came with koboko (cane) to drag me out of bed.

Okay… she didn’t actually bring koboko.

But the fact that she made the effort to climb up 33 stairs to motivate me got me feeling like I owed her the basic courtesy of trying.

So off we went.

Now let me tell you something about the gym that nobody advertises properly.

When you arrive wearing fresh baffs, your confidence level is very high. You walk in like someone who has been working out since the Athens Olympics.

But five minutes later, reality begins.

The treadmill starts asking difficult questions.

The dumbbells start looking heavier than they looked on Instagram.

And suddenly you realize your body and your outfit had very different expectations for the day.

But here is the interesting part.

Somewhere between the sweating, the laughing, and the medium suffering… I realized something:

The hardest part of the gym is not the exercise, It is showing up.

Because once you are there, pride alone will force you to do something. You cannot arrive in fresh baffs and just stand there like decoration.

So you move.

You try.

You sweat.

You survive.

And when it is over, something magical happens.

You feel ridiculously proud of doing something that, a few hours earlier, you were trying very hard to avoid.

So today’s lesson for the LWODT Project is simple: 

Sometimes success is not about discipline, it is about having a sister, someone who refuses to let you fail quietly in bed.

And if your support system occasionally threatens you with imaginary koboko to get you moving...Please appreciate them. They might just be the reason you eventually succeed.

Until tomorrow comrades.

Lets Lose Weight or Die Trying. 💪