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The Marta Mathews diaries |
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Marta Mathews |
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August 17, 2003
I was fourteen and a half years old when I happened to look in the mirror
and see something I have never seen before in my entire life... I saw a big
fluffy ring of baby fat around my belly!!! I was mesmerized... How did this
happen???? I swear this strange looking thing around my waist must have
grown on me overnight or else surely I would have noticed it before! I will
never ever forget the day when the bliss of childhood ignorance became
history. The day I became self conscious about my physical appearance.....
Several years later, when I was about nineteen years old, I overheard a guy
I had a crush on throughout entire high school saying that nothing looked
more sexier on a woman than a sweat resulting from hard core physical
activity.... I still had a crush on this dude, so I discretely proceeded to
finding out where he was working out and joined that same gym. I decided to
impress him with my ability to perspire.... And boy did I ever sweat!!! I
would workout non stop for three or four hours at a time every single
day.... I always made sure I did
not miss any single piece of equipment in
the gym and that I lifted as heavy as possible and as many reps as possible
before moving on to another machine or bench.... Then, after my intense
workout I would head straight to the bakery where my mom worked and inhale
about a loaf or two of my favourite breads. Normally I would also have a few
cookies when visiting mom, but I decided to give them up for the sake of my
training and just stick with the healthy stuff
... I knew it was just a
matter of time before my crush finally asks me out!!
Despite my sweating efforts, my crush never noticed me, but other people
did. Barely within a few weeks of me joining the gym, a very concerned
trainer caught up with me at one of the machines and delicately suggested
that I've been working out for several hours now and perhaps I might be
over-training just a little bit.... She also offered me a bottle of water
after finding out I drank none during my vicious training session... In time
I also learned that bread was not exactly the best post workout meal after
all..
I am a bit older and a bit wiser today, but my pursuit for a healthy and fit
looking physique continues.... Although my high school crush never even
acknowledged me at my first gym's water fountain, somewhere along the way I
have become addicted to that hard core sweat he was once talking about. In
fact, I find myself infected with an eternal health bug and I refuse to look
for cure! Not a day goes by that I don't deliberately try to infect someone
with this bug or better yet, watch others get infected without me even
saying a word! I know I infect others when all of the sudden my new roommate
starts buying the same brand of fat free cheese or
yoghurt and my co-workers
start bringing their running shoes to work so that they can join me for a
walk during our lunch hour.
Couple of years ago, I picked up an issue of Musclemag magazine and was
absolutely fascinated by the physique and beauty of its cover model Trish
Stratus. After reading the article on Trish's diet and training regimen, I
realized this was something I could realistically do myself. Who knows,
maybe one day I will get my own break and end up in a magazine just like she
did and inspire someone just like Trish inspired me!
I decided to kick start my goal of becoming a fitness model by entering a
Fitness Model Search competition organized by World Natural Sports
Organization back in October of 2001. I competed again in 2002 and yet again
in July of 2003.... My last competition was my best yet. I have placed
seventh out of almost fifty competitors!!! Needless to say I was absolutely
ecstatic with this result and I inspired my own self to go for it again in
less than three months from now! I have exactly seventy-five days left to
get ready for this event and I am determined to place in the top seven
again!
I will keep you posted on my progress in my quest for the Lucky Seven. Until
next time! M.M.
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