chapter 4: a weighted scale
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Speaking about enjoying, I've certainly been enjoying eating good for once. A nice take out meal and donuts almost every day, combined with the shake he bringe me. And it's started looking like the training has been having its effects, with my arms and chest being more pronounced, showing up next to the small bulge that is my belly.
For the first time in a long time, I felt more confident with myself.
Coach told me that today, he wanted to have a weigh-in, to be able to track my progress in the future. Two weeks ago that would have been a no-go, but now I had no problem showing off my weight to him. Shirt would have to stay on though. I really hope he won't expect me to remove it.
Luckily, he did nothing of the sorts, sensitive as always, and just ushered me to a scale he had brought to his office. Here goes. I took somewhat of a deep breath and stepped on. Honestly, I don't remember the last time I had checked my weight. Years of being touchy about my body had made me scared to look at it.
Looking at the "92.3kg" now was almost freeing. Glancing over, I saw Coach take a note. "Well, that's definitely a good start" He gestured for me to step off, before stepping on himself. "Let's see how much this bad boy is now" Was he doing this yet again to make me feel less embarrased?
Nevertheless, seeing "119.4kg" show up did release some pressure from me. "Almost 120, huh? Looks like all those donuts are adding up" He turned to smile at me. "Be grateful you still have your metabolism"
I said something a little unusual for me: "Well, you still look fine" Don't really know why I said it, but I do know I meant it.
"Hm, thanks" Coach seemed touched.
Before it got too awkward for me, Coach reminded us that we still had our afternoon lunch to eat, and so we sat down and dug in.
The only thought in my mind was how long it would take for coach to reach 120.
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