Gym is fun

I am at the gym for the second time today. I did a little bit of power-plate and 10 minutes walking. I also took all my measurements and got an eating plan that takes into account African food.
I just felt like working out, even though I did not do much the fact that I left home to go to the gym is a cause for celebration. The thought of sitting on the couch to watch The Bold and the Beautiful or worse Young and the restless, see staying with someone one is kinda forced to do things they would not normally do. I would never watch those soapies but lately I have been updated on Bridgette's aunt sleeping with Nick and is it Eric who is in Hospital. I don't need that information taking up my head-space man. I have a lot to think about as it is. Like the festive season which seems to have started regardless of my pleas. The last weekend I attended a funeral back home and people are out in droves having fun and by fun I mean going out to braai/barbacue some meat and drink some alcohol.
But this desire to be at the gym really has nothing to do with me panicking about the summer. I have been genuinely enjoying working out especially when I sweat. There's just something raw about it. I must plan ahead and know exactly where the gyms are in the town I will be visiting over the festive season.
I will be playing hard, hopefully drinking little and working out hard.
I can't wait to attain the level of fitness I want, to have a sculpted body.

A weekend in rural Transkei

OMG I had fun. I enjoyed it all.
So this village is about 20km from Queenstown, most of the way is on the dirt road. I borrowed a Nissan Hardbody from my dad who works nearby. That car came in handy cause we loaded 4 sheeps on it, did you know that a sheep costs R750? Well it does, it don't matter what size, the whole lot of them are R750 or more in some farms. I mean whats the logic to charge the same price for all sizes? Anyway arrived in this small village called eMachibini and my accomodation was at a neighbour's house. Thats the beauty of communal life, your never are always there to the rescue. The old lady-Ncinci- was very pleasent, made tea, gave us extra blankets and made me feel like I was at a B&B.
I helped with the cooking in preparation for the funeral, I chatted to the family and was generally my pleasant, "love me now" self. Now you know about that self, I think I can make anyone like me, thats just my humble opinion. I had the whole family eating off my hand by the time I left. See the thing is I am not threatening, I am this plump teddy bear that you just want to love. Ok Ok I have stopped.
It was great spending time with "my friend" or as he put it to his grandmother "colleague". We bonded and are planning another thip together in November.
Now being a village, there are pit-lantrines. The house where I was staying had a feeble structure and I made up my mind that I will eat less and go to town every chance I get (when i have to pick up people coming to the funeral). I just could not tempt the structure, what if it fell in. The village is quite developed hey, has its own clinic and almost every house has running water. There are sheebens all over the place, i don't know if I should call that development but being a drinker myself it was good to know that if I ever wanted a quench buster I would be able to get it.

In this part of the world

I am back home in the Eastern cape for the festive season and I tell you people are big this side of the world. A friend of mine visited with her sister yesterday and my mom asked when she left “how far along is she?” She’s not far, cause she’s not pregnant, just fat, the tummy is huge. Her sister as well was double the size I last saw her in 5 years ago. I attended a wedding and bigness rules, a 10 year old as big as an adult. I was probably the same at that age so I should just keep quiet about it. While cooling off after the wedding my mother comments again about her second cousin who is humongous, at the end she says “…..you must do something to not get to that”. I am much lenient on my mom lately because in the past I would have snapped at her. She says the cousin use to exercise and was on her way of linking being way overweight now with having started exercise. So I explain how I think with each baby most people just put on weight. The cousin has had 4 already and just came back bigger after each one. I think the way we eat around here contributes to this phenomena, we eat mostly mielie-meal. Almost everything has mielie-meal. Other starches are loved but mielies is the favourite. Now that we work in offices and don’t farm like our ancestors we end up never burning the fat. I would say 50% of people in the Eastern cape are fat, not just chubby but fat.Statistics for the country(supplied by South African society for obesity and metabolism) reveal that 45% of the South African population is overweight. This was in 2006, I am sure they are much higher now. So having seen an aunt of my mom's at the wedding walking with crutches because of elephantiasis, she's diabetic and apparently she will have an amputation. I was inspired to do something. What though is it that i can do that I have not tried before? I was thinking control of what I eat as I know for a fact that limiting cabs works for me. I just did not have the discipline to carry it through. How on earth will I do that with all this mielies around me. Like now the pot for supper is mieliepap with sour milk. I love that meal......Damn I will have to think of something. I want my health, I want my body healthy, I want to live long. Forget small waistline, just being able to run and be fit . To be strong and use my body as an instrument, a tool.