When I first told my parents about my fitness modeling journey it was over breakfast. I had waited a few months before I decided to tell them and at that moment I just blurted it out "I'm going to be doing fitness modeling. What do you think?" My mother nodded her head and my father murmured something inaudible. I looked from one to the other, shrugged my shoulders and I went on eating my eggs. Deep down, I know they care but because it is so out of the norm for them (they're both very old fashioned; bred from the south, smothered and covered) they're not sure how to react. They figured if it's not something I studied in college and took an interest in earlier in life why should this be something they should take an interest in now, while I'm in my late twenties? In their defense, I've never stayed on board with any other hobby, always quit. But that's because it was never something I wanted to do. This is something that I can say, as an adult, that I'm not being thrown into, that I love and that I'm good at. So now when I visit my parents, they always have to ask what
can I eat instead of what do I
want to eat. I just tell them to have enough chicken, fish and veggies in the fridge and I'll supply the rest. I have to travel with my supplements, protein shakes and other food items in a cooler. All my parents can do is shake their head.
I wasn't just getting this reaction from my parents though. Pretty soon, most of my friends that I would hang out with caught wind of my new lifestyle and soon started to slip away. I'm not going to lie, in the beginning it bothered me. All the hangouts and cookouts I once were invited to became far and few. But then I started posting pictures of my progress on Facebook and Instagram. Now, all those friends that mocked me were suddenly telling me how good I looked and they never knew how much my body had changed. I had a few supportive friends and I was happy for them but the ones that turned from me when I started on this new journey were ones that had my attention. I couldn't understand why everything seemed to be ok when I was drinking and eating as badly as they did but as I turned over a new leaf I was removed from their inner circle. I slowly came to realize that misery indeed loves company. I had always heard that phrase, understood the meaning but had never encountered it in my everyday life. It's so funny how certain things in life turn into a lesson.
When I first told my parents about my fitness modeling journey it was over breakfast. I had waited a few months before I decided to tell them and at that moment I just blurted it out "I'm going to be doing fitness modeling. What do you think?" My mother nodded her head and my father murmured something inaudible. I looked from one to the other, shrugged my shoulders and I went on eating my eggs. Deep down, I know they care but because it is so out of the norm for them (they're both very old fashioned; bred from the south, smothered and covered) they're not sure how to react. They figured if it's not something I studied in college and took an interest in earlier in life why should this be something they should take an interest in now, while I'm in my late twenties? In their defense, I've never stayed on board with any other hobby, always quit. But that's because it was never something I wanted to do. This is something that I can say, as an adult, that I'm not being thrown into, that I love and that I'm good at. So now when I visit my parents, they always have to ask what can I eat instead of what do I want to eat. I just tell them to have enough chicken, fish and veggies in the fridge and I'll supply the rest. I have to travel with my supplements, protein shakes and other food items in a cooler. All my parents can do is shake their head.
I wasn't just getting this reaction from my parents though. Pretty soon, most of my friends that I would hang out with caught wind of my new lifestyle and soon started to slip away. I'm not going to lie, in the beginning it bothered me. All the hangouts and cookouts I once were invited to became far and few. But then I started posting pictures of my progress on Facebook and Instagram. Now, all those friends that mocked me were suddenly telling me how good I looked and they never knew how much my body had changed. I had a few supportive friends and I was happy for them but the ones that turned from me when I started on this new journey were ones that had my attention. I couldn't understand why everything seemed to be ok when I was drinking and eating as badly as they did but as I turned over a new leaf I was removed from their inner circle. I slowly came to realize that misery indeed loves company. I had always heard that phrase, understood the meaning but had never encountered it in my everyday life. It's so funny how certain things in life turn into a lesson.
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