Edit : No , field report is not about me hitting on girls at the gym.

So we've all been through these seemingly small choices of "do i hit the gym today?" , "will one pizza slice really be so bad?" etc. Ive pretty much always failed, and reaped my unwanted rewards after I kept falling on my way to self-hate and gluttony.

That is, until yesterday, where I took the big decision to turn a "maybe ill hit the gym later or tomorrow" to a "LETS DO THIS". I took my bag, changed into shorts and decided to actually go and start that 5x5 stronglift program Ive been hearing so much about.

Due to luck I bumped into a friend that drove me to my gym (i usually walk about 15 minutes) , which to me felt like a reward for not slacking off. I entered the gym and felt flustered - lots of strong, tall guys working off in all kinds of dangerous-looking excersises. I froze. I spent about 20 minutes doing warmups and working with small weights. I then hit another wall - shouldnt I wait for a friend to show me the excersises? I mean, I didnt even know how to properly do squats - the first 5x5 excersise. I should just keep doing small weights and maybe a few other simple excersises.

Then it hit me.

Ive been here before. At this gym, for many months, comming on and off, never really giving it all, being happy with some aerobics and waiting for my timer to pass half an hour so I have an excuse to leave. Was I doing the same mistake again?

I looked around. I saw a dude, probably in his late 30s, doing the squats I was so eager to avoid - I locked my eyes on him. I tried to imprint every detail of his body movement on my brain. "Wanna take turns?", he asked seeing I was practically a few steps away. "Sure" , I nodded.

My first try was so bad, and it made my legs hurt so much, I could feel how wrong I was doing squats. "damn", I thought, "thats ironic". I couldn't rally move my legs - I was afraid I'd been injured. The dude approached me and, well, heaven shined down from above. He firstly showed me a sitting pose so my legs muscles could soften up - he was right! after a while I could move easily again. Then he gave me advice on how to squad properly. He didnt stop there, tho - everytime he was done for the set and I was up, he'd actually try to move my legs into the correct position, tell me why thats the correct one, offer words of encouragement, and so on. He even showed me other excersies for the next way so I could warm up again, other stuff to help me improve my body balance etc.

I cant remember the last time I felt so happy or thankful. I kept thanking him until the time we had to part since we were done with this excersise - I looked at the clock - it had been close to 40 minutes since we started.

Now, I probably should have done the other two excersises, but I could feel my legs burning - I could move with difficulty. My small weight excersises were also taking their toll on my hands and muscles. I called it a day, not able to remember the last time I had spent so much time at the gym. I promised myself that Id visit the gym the next day to at least try one of the other two excersises.

Truth is, I woke up today and I still cant really walk around - stairs kill me, and walking around is so painful I dread to imagine what doing squats WRONG could have feeling like. So i decided to stay inside and do the balance excersises he taught me and hit the gym tomorrow for more squats and the rest of the excersises.

So I just wanted to share this with you guys - I feel really good, and I guess what you can take from this is, those who want will find the way - or the way will find them.