How to become a Healthy and Fit

I remember when we initially started discussing our fitness, it was the first aspect of the class that really caught my attention. I didn't care where I stood or how much weight I could lift, unlike the other students in my classes, who were very focused on what we could do and how we looked. Doing something was the only thing that counted. As a result, when I was a student and others were trying to figure out what they could actually do, my mind was blank. After my initial concerns about whether any machines were used and what the purpose of the exercise was, I never thought of trying another type of exercise. But by the end of the second week, I realized that I longed to be back in my body. My whole body ached, I was exhausted, and I felt like nothing mattered. In the evening after dinner, I went back to the gym to work out and did exactly what I had done in the beginning: lifting weights in front of the mirror. Little did I know that the agony in my legs would return the next morning and that I wouldn't be able to stand on some of them. My legs and back were full and my arms so weak I had to walk a little to keep them still. I didn't even try to pick up a single kettle. I couldn't handle it and wasn't inspired to take action. Even though I could see my true potential now, it wasn't enough. Then I started to worry that I might not get back in shape or that I wouldn't stand up straight. I was let down by my own lack of enthusiasm and all the wrong assumptions. That's when I realized that my main priority would be to have a massage at home. Around 2:00 PM when I got back from school, it looked scary. The weather came and went, and I was completely unprepared. We decided to call it quits and go back inside, so we could rest and discuss how things were going at home. We finished our tasks while sitting in our own chairs on the kitchen floor. I tried not to think about all the things I wanted to do or how much I wished I couldn't do anything. I thought about how much I wanted to run across the street, but I couldn't because I could only move forward 60 feet at a time. I often considered how much time the rest of the group still had and how far I had come. I felt completely hopeless then because everything seemed so worthless. Maybe I just thought I had nothing left to fulfill. What I could do would not change even if I could walk for a longer period of time. I felt terrible and began to wonder if it was worth it. I was indeed still depressed, but I was confused as to why. After a while it started to wear off, and I started saying every minute, After what you've done, you're never going to see dad again. It gave me such confidence that I couldn't wait to take it off. Finally, we sat down and started discussing everything. Everyone criticized us and told me, "You need to start preparing," despite the fact that many of us were delighted and wanted to gloat about how awesome we were. To compensate, my body prepared and worked hard. To express my gratitude for being such a wonderful person, for making every day joyful for you, and for showing how much you mean to me. You would see me again with the same confidence, and even if I stopped lifting large objects, I could still demonstrate my innate strength to you. I needed to pull myself together, even though I was really proud of myself at that moment. I needed to revive motivation and optimism for the future. I refocused on my goals and was soon back on track. My mind began to race as time went by, and eventually I began to notice small changes. Each training session was more challenging and engaging. While some days were easier than others, I found it increasingly difficult to ignore all the excuses I had for not engaging in exercise that would actually increase my strength. I felt I could finish my work, but I couldn't. I told myself that I would continue to work hard rather than push myself, but all I wanted was to stay together and not fall apart or find reasons to be unmotivated. I got better results and stopped stressing about how well I would do in the upcoming exams I was studying for because my confidence improved and practice became easier. I chose to act when people doubted my abilities. I tried not only to stand up for myself, but also to refute my own doubts and those of everyone else. To make sure I succeeded, and my mental health improved, I invested two years in developing my stamina and endurance. I then fulfilled my main goal by joining the sports team. Without stopping, I got up from the table, grabbed my bag and ran down the hall to meet the boys for practice the next day. Even though I had an amazing support system that day, they connected with me right away. The fact that I didn't deserve it when guys kept telling me I looked fat. I was labeled "skinny" and told I didn't belong. These people made me feel like I failed and that I was invincible. My pride was crushed as everyone else laughed and made fun of me for my lack of talent. When one of the athletes was asked about his dream, it finally confirmed that I was on the right track. He responded in a way that radically changed my mind. He says he wants to play American football in Canada. One detail completely changed my point of view. This experience strengthened my belief that I can achieve the unattainable if I can imagine it for another athlete. How was I the only one who could see myself competing? I've always wanted to imitate what they see me doing, and now I can. I took on the role of team captain and succeeded beyond my wildest expectations. I constantly appreciate that I now have renewed determination and optimism for the future. Today I met a colleague who helped me with what I needed. Tomorrow also gives me a chance to do that, so hopefully I can compete again. I'm happy with who I am now and everything that's good about me, whether I go to college or continue playing football. Now I'm ready to compete and see what kind of person I can become.