I found motivation.

Coming to blogsville must have been the long awaited motivation I needed. Reading through all the comments posted got me going. Kpakpando reminded me of the need to take long fast paced walks around the neighbourhood then Chioma urged me to take exercise as my second nature. Thanks girls.....you have all been so helpful and I truly apreciate all your kind support and advice.

I took the advice immediately and I now weigh 111.7kg. I lost 300g in 2days. I've found a rare kind of motivation/reason to exercise and that is knowing at the back of my mind that I will need to update my blog on it to avoid further petitions. I once asked Mr Somebody to pay me 10,000 naira for every 10kg I lose which would mean giving me 40,000 naira since i need to lose 40kg. He simply ignored my request and I got so angry I told him I won't lose weight unless he paid me(how childish!) And I kept my word(In protest). All I needed was the right kind of motivation. I said in my previous [post that I'll fill in on every event that happened in the past 3 months. I remember a certain incident at the market where a clothes trader beckoned on me to buy clothes for my daughter. I looked at the dress and it was something meant for a 14 year old. I just told him I did not need the dress. He looked at me again and said "madam bai for ya dota na? abi u nefa ket pikin wey big reach like dis? I wanted to cry, if I had my first baby at 24 and I'm supposed to have a 14 year old child, that would make me 38 or maybe this man just wants to sell his dress. 'I don't look that old, I cannot look that old'....... I kept telling myself. I thought of the guy that vowed to make me look like a model and decided to give him a call. Christmas was just some weeks away and I kept wondering how I could lose weight before then. I can't go home for Christmas looking like Mama, I have to look like a funky mummy.

Anyway I resumed at the gym and commenced on aerobics and workout sessions. You know how you pile up fat over the years and think it could disappear in a week,well that's what happened to me.After one week,I complained to the gym manager that the exercises were not working and I was still fat. I told her I needed something to speed up the whole process, I needed to lose some measure of weight before christmas. She calmed me down and came up with a solution. She introduced something called 'pin rolling or body rolling',a method that breaks up the cellulite and dissolves fat in the body. This was simply done by using a wooden pin roll(the kind used in making pastry) and rolling it all over the body while applying some massage oil.The next one was some kind of new japanese technology where I would be strapped to a machine for 45 minutes using velcro straps around my thighs, arms, stomach area and buttocks. Then finally I would get a thorough massage and get into the sauna bath. It was a 12 week program which would continue into the new year.

Sounds real good but at what price?60,000 naira for the whole program. There was no way I could pay that kind of money just to lose weight in 3 weeks and moreover how am I certain it'll work? She assured me of it's effectiveness and even mentioned some of her clients it worked for. I told her I would think about it.I wished I hadn't complained at all and as if she knew what was going through my mind, she said she would give me some kind of discount. (really?I love discounts!) With 50,000 naira to pay in 3 instalments , I was expected to commence the next day. She told me what to bring along,a black bra and black g-string as that would be all i would wear throughout the sessions.

The next day,after the aerobic classes,it was time for pin rolling. We were 4 ladies placed on the program but I was the only new person. The other women had been on it for some weeks already. (You would be suprised at what women put themselves through just to look good).I got undressed and the pin rolling began. No one told me it was painful,at first I thought it would be like getting a massage but how wrong I was. They hit you first with the bread pin, press it hard on your body and then roll it over like dough. This was done on the fatty areas like my bum,thighs,arms,hips and tummy. The pain was so excruiciating I found myself screaming and shouting,but the lady was hard and merciless. She pressed harder and rolled faster. At a point, I held up her hand and attempted to get up and leave, then she relaxed a bit and asked me to take a break. My eyes were red and my head was hot. The manager then asked her to go at it gently as this was my first time. After the pin rolling, I went into the sauna bath. That was enough for me. I could barely walk,my entire body was aching. The other ladies were feeling very sorry for me. I did not even care I just wanted to go home. Back home, I sat and wondered what had happened? My whole body was sore and aching as if I had been beaten. Yes....that was exactly what happened to me! I allowed myself to be hit, pressed down, pin-rolled and beaten. I had been tortured. The process of making chin-chin, where you knead the dough and roll it out for cutting was exactly what I passed through. Suffice to say I did not go back to the gym the next day, and the next.