Rock Them Hips

Alright so I've been doing this exercise thing since March and 3 months into it, Tim says he wants to dedicate 10 minutes of our session to teaching me how to stretch......probably since I was complaining so much about my sore muscles. We doubled up on personal training last week because he was out the week before. Wednesday he kicked my BOOTIE! My legs were so sore, my thighs felt like they were swollen. Usually I have a week to recover and doing the same workout on Friday and Monday but on my own so I can take it slow but not this time. No, I had to see him yet again on Friday. "Thankfully" he gave my legs a rest and concentrated on abs.....I put thankfully in quotations because my stomach and lower back still hurt. It even hurts to turn and check my blindspots while driving.

So back to the very first stretching we've done in 3 months. We started at the calves and worked our way up. Easy! Not! I think we did a total of three stretches before we...I... had to quit. The calf stretch was fine except for the fact that leaning my weight on my wrists on the wall while "breathing into the stretch" was a little uncomfortable for my previously broken wrists. Then it was time to stretch the glutes. He had me go to the plank position but then bring my knee up and over to the opposite side of my body, I basically looked like a hot puffy soft pretzel. It did feel like a good stretch though. Finally, what was not supposed to hurt me was the rock 'n' roll stretch. Laying down, I rock my hips up so they lift off the ground then roll back up with my knees as far apart as I can and stretch my hands out in front of me on the floor as far as I can. 15 or so of those later and my hip cramped. It felt like it popped out of place.  Now I've got that song by Crime Mob stuck in my head "I like it when she rock them hips, then wave and sip" cause I needed a drink after that one.

Talking Plane

So I've obviously taken a bit of a hiatus lately. I can admit I haven't been pushing myself like I should but with all of these trips here and there that I've been taking, I've relished the down time. Thankfully, though I'm avoiding the scale, my clothes are still getting baggy. Now that I'm back in town and feeling a bit more settled I thought it relevant to bring up a favorite topic.

So many of you know I recently flew to Cali for my friends' beautiful wedding, had a blast catching up with old college mates and enjoyed all the free champagne! Flying, however, isn't as fun as I remember. I swear the seats are getting smaller.  Many of you average to smaller sized people can probably relate to the feeling of dread when you see a BIG person get on the plane, you know, the kind that should probably be paying for two seats but only bought one. In you're head you're all begging "Please don't sit next to me! Please don't sit next to me!" They of course squeeze into the middle seat next to you and push up the arm rest so now there is no barrier between you and this perfect stranger who just squashed your personal bubble. On the flip side, now that I'm heavier than I ever have been, I dread getting on the plane wondering if anyone is silently pleading when they see me. I always reserve a window seat so I can lean my head against the wall. Sometimes when I shift wait from one hip to the other, my hip knocks the arm rest and it pops up for a second. I can only imagine what that poor center seat soul is thinking. "Oh God! Her lard is seeping into my seat!".......Karma

Running Strike

How did I honor National Running Day? Not by running! It started with of course a variation of squats, then it moved to TRX lifts, something that ends with the word burpees but I just call it the jumping thing. It's actually the first exercise I've agreed to do where both of my feet leave the ground at the same time while my weak wrists are supposed to carry my weight. We also did hammer strength exercises one of which I deemed the boob crusher, some fake pull ups where I jump up and hold on to the pull up bar for as long as I can....I don't even think it was a second each time. Of course for the embarrassing routine that Tim always has to put in there, he had me carry around 40lb sand bags in each hand and walk two laps around the gym....A Pastor friend of mine came up to give his encouragement, "Just think, when it's time to go to the Airport, you'll have no problem carrying around your bags with all of your outfits and shoes!".....True....but I still feel pretty lame walking around the gym leaving a tiny trail of sand in my dust...it's like my bread crumbs incase I want to find my way home but since my carbs are limited I get freakin' sand!

On another note, I finally got my 20lb bribe in the mail today. In all seriousness I've been wanting a swimming cap for a while so I can protect my $150 die job from the chlorine. I think I rock it lol. What? Don't you?

You Be My Adam, I'll Be Your Eve

Chad Smith

So Tim and I are walking over to the equipment and I see my favorite male specimen. He looks like Chad Smith, the robot guy from Step Up 3 and LXD. Beautiful face with a tall muscular but slender body. He's meticulous with his workout. He carries around his backpack from station to station so he can write down his exercises into his leather-bound journal. I whisper to Tim while we are still a safe distance away, "There's my future husband".  Indiscreetly Tim says, "Who Adam?!?!" Mortified! I like to think that he didn't hear that over his headphones but my paranoia made his glances toward me that much more painful.

I finish my resistance training and go to my usual corner spot on the elliptical. I've got a great view of God's greatest gift from there. I'm having to avert my stare between his pullups, pushups, and deadlifts but I don't think I was successful. I even got a smile by the end of my workout.....Maybe someday I'll work up the courage to say, "Hi" instead of drool and lick my lips from afar.....or maybe not, sometimes fantasies are best kept just that, fantasies.

Someone Get Me A Freakin' Cheeseburger!

I'm not typically one to post Scripture or publicly request prayers, but if there was such a day, it would be today. After a week of stresses both professionally and personally, I turn to the best way I know how to soothe my anger and strengthen my resolve, through music. Though only a 10 minute project, it helps.

"Father give me strength, to do what I must do....Father guide my footsteps, hold me to the road......Father let me see the good and beauty of this day....And if I'm tempered Father, Father stay my hand.........Let not anger be my guide.......Any smallness Father, please cast it out."

Progress Report

Tim totally kicked my butt today. He had to push back my appointment a half hour due to a conflict so I did my cardio first knowing full well it meant I was going to be suffering through a strenuous half hour resistance training with Tim afterwards. He pushed me so hard I thought my esophagus was bleeding from the panting.

Today was also my 2nd monthly assessment. Here are the highlights compared to last month's assessment. I lost a 1/4 inch in my upper thigh, 1/4 inch from my chest, 1/2 inch from my hips, 1 and a 1/4 inches from my waist and 2 inches around my shoulders.  I also went down .8% in body fat.

In total, since this all started, I've lost 22.3 lbs, 3.3% body fat, 3.5 inches in my chest, 3.5 inches in my waist, and 3.5 inches in my hips. I'll say this, at least it's not all leaving one place making me uneven or lopsided.

Tuck & Roll

So over the last week I kind of had a relapse in diet ad missed going to the gym on Thursday and yesterday (a first since I started). I didn't really fall off the wagon, I kind of LEAPED, tucked and rolled off. That pizza was delicious though. After a good week maybe a week and a half of avoiding a weigh-in  I was dreading that couple foot walk to the scale this morning. It's like a walk of shame even though no one is around to see it....I look at the number. WHAT?!?! I lost a pound? 2.2 lbs away from my next reward!

On My Own...Sort of

So yesterday, I am doing my resistance training on my own and Tim happens to actually be working out at the same time. I'm doing well with the millions of different types of squats each with different kettle ball weights. I move on through my list taped on to my water bottle that he wrote out for me on Wednesday. Next up is the treadmill. I hop on and try to challenge myself with going faster than he had me do last Wednesday then all of a sudden Tim gets on the treadmill next to me and starts talking to me. So not only am I attempting to run faster, breathlessly, but I'm supposed to be able to carry on a conversation? I don't know if this is normal or just residual military habit but its second nature to fall into step with the person next to me. So now I'm also running with the same rhythm. (Of course his strides are like twice the size of mine). I finish the assigned distance and went back for the second round of resistance while gasping for breath.

Tick, Tick, Tick

Time is running out, one month left until my big trip back to Cali for my friends' wedding! Progress has got to go a little faster so I can look fabulous at this big reunion. It will have been just over two years since I've seen any of them and my biggest fear is I won't look any better then when I saw them last...maybe even worse.....but hey Megan, you'll be a beautiful bride!

Jumping on the Bribe-Wagon

Multi-Purpose Greeting Cards (Animals Print)

I got a random package in the mail from my sister's sister-in-law! I was so wonderfully surprised to see she had thought of me and was showing support for my struggle toward a better me. I immediately sent a giraffe print card back in thanks of her generosity. Now if only this weight would fall off quicker so I can find out what presents are next. :-)

Happy Birthday Tim

So yesterday was Tim's birthday. It was perfect because it was also my training day so I was able to give him his card and prepaid visa along with the tiny tiara I got him.....He wore the tiara in his hair the entire session! I think I made his day.....on the flip side, he made me do three different kinds of squats twice, run on the treadmill further than ever, and do some sort of angled pushup using the TRX straps among many other tortures. This is what I get for wishing you a happy birthday Tim?

Progress

Today's work out was INTENSE. It included among others, chest presses with 20lb weights in each hand (more than usual), we did rows with maximum tension for the longest time, 5 flights of stairs, and one of the worst things we did today were one legged lunges. He started me out easy by letting me steady my free foot on the stability bench. I start doing the lunges trying to keep my balance and a random stranger yells "Woo you can do it girl!" She must have seen the look I gave him when he told me what I was going to do. Tim then graduates the difficulty by putting the free foot in the stirrup. This girl starts clapping now distracting me so I almost fall, thankfully Tim was there spotting me. My workout ends with planks, after already doing side planks for 30 seconds on each side earlier. This time it was regular planks and he made me do it for a whole minute. Thinking it would make me feel better Tim says, "Here I'll do it with you." Yeah that doesn't really help, at this point misery doesn't like company, it likes peace. I'm moments from fainting I pushed so hard and Tim's giving me all kinds of adulations while I'm just trying to stay coherent he then says, "Hey you know what I didn't have to say even once today?" I look at him with a question mark because I can't speak and he says, "Watch the head!".......Very funny Tim, but I guess that's progress.

Milestone Achievement

February 24, 2012

April 30, 2012

So for the longest time now, I've been dreading pictures because of this double chin in which the second chin looks like it's trying to swallow the first. No matter how creative I get with the angle of the camera it's still there following me like a pair of eyes in those creepy paintings. Finally, I took a picture the other morning with NO double chin! I no longer have more chins than a Chinese phone book....at least not at this angle. :-)

13.5 Inches Lost

Sorry for the mislead. I hate it when people add up the inches they lost everywhere on their body but I have to admit is sounds pretty cool. Yesterday was my monthly health assessment. Tim, surprisingly less timid about invading my personal space this time, did my measurements and body fat test. Here are the main three; Chest, I lost 3.25 inches and no I'm not sad about that. There's a lot of back fat that's got to go.  Waist, I lost 2.25 inches and hips, I lost 3 inches.  Something hilarious is apparently I lost .5 inches on my calf. I guess that means that I had thankles and now I'm well on my way to cankles. The really awesome thing is that I went down 2.5% in body fat. Yay!

Obesity Prevention Parenting Lessons



Graycie in her tree



My t-cup German Shepherd, Reggie



 So a picture of a 39 pound cat has gone viral lately and the whole topic really irritated me. They say a 39lb cat is the equivalent of a 600lb human health wise. The owner said basically that the cat just seemed to put on the weight overnight. Well that's just not true and it's just not right for anyone to let their beloved pet (or child) get so unhealthy. Reggie and I swim/and or walk together everyday weather permitting. Your pets need to stay healthy just as much as you do. You aren't showing them more love by letting them eat themselves to death. Obviously a cat owner won't be able to swim or walk with their pet, minus the exceptional few, so they have to find other ways to keep them purrrfect. Graycie put on some weight when we first moved here, she got up to 14lbs. In response, I stopped using the autofeeder and I started dishing out only the one cup a day but in small portions served throughout the day, kind of like my own six meals diet. I also make sure she has lots of fun toys that get her moving and lots of things to climb on for cardio. I keep her food up high (so Reggie doesn't get into it) and it makes her work for it. Graycie is now 11lbs and real purrty so I know these tips work.



Something Popped Up!

So I was standing in front of the mirror the other day and something really unusual just popped up....my bicep! I have a muscle! Wow it seemed like it happened overnight even though I know I've been working my butt off the past month and a half. On another note, since I've been struggling with the 6 meals a day thing, especially breakfast, I decided to try the Body by Vi 90 day challenge. I figure I can at least do 90 days of shakes for breakfast for the chance to win a much deserved vacation. So today was the first yummy shake and then I went off to Zumba class for my weekly Saturday morning "fun" exercise. BTW, if you're not familiar with the challenge you have to post your weight, measurements and a before picture in order to enter......I posted the worst possible picture I could take (in a bikini) so that I can hopefully have an even more drastic after picture. I guess we'll see how I do by July 20!

Fantasy Island

Today, Tim reminded me of a topic I've been meaning to broach. As I was gearing up for yet another set of 40 crunches, I saw fear flash across Tim's face as he was looking towards the door. For a moment he thought he saw his stalker. It has come to my attention that many of the trainers have had their share of stalker clients. Let me make something perfectly clear for you ladies. These good looking fit guys are not for you too keep. They are paid for the time spent with you. Now some may take liberties and flirt with anyone that walks through the door....*ahmmm* Ricky*....while others may simply be nice and politely laugh at your jokes like Tim. This does not mean that they like you or want you to call just to hear you breathing...true story. Enjoy their company while it lasts. Then leave them alone.

Retail Therapy

Pink leopard dress size 9

Me at size 9+/- around 2006

After plateauing for far too long so soon in my journey, I decided I need to up the ante for myself. I have been searching for the perfect incentive dress. Guys, you probably won't understand this post at all but ladies, lets see if you relate. So many of us have hangers full of beautiful clothes we can't throw out just because they don't fit anymore. We look at them every now and again and say "Those were some good times." or "What was I complaining about back then?" Seeing these old clothes make us wish we were the same size we use to be but it doesn't provide as much motivation as that perfect dress you have yet to wear. After searching for a few weeks I finally found a great incentive dress. It's a size 9 which I think is where I would be most comfortable and healthy. I think it may have been 2005 or 2006 since I was a size 9. I can say that right now, this dress can comfortably fit over one thigh......

Coordination Is Over Rated

If I had a nickel for every time Tim said "watch the head!" when I'm lifting some sort of weight in proximity of my face....well it would probably pay for my sessions. I don't know if my problem is lack of strength, depth perception, coordination or all of the above, but "skull crushers" are not limited to one exercise for me. The first exercise I really struggled with today was the plank circles on the stability ball. He had me hold myself in the plank position with my elbows on the stability ball. Now it gets interesting, I am then supposed to move my elbows clockwise 8 times and then counterclockwise 8 times. For some reason it was near impossible to go counterclockwise. Today's uncoordinated cherry was when Tim asked me to lift 10 or 15lb discs in each arm lifting one arm 90 degrees to the front and the other 90 degrees to the side at the same time. For those of you that think this is simple.....you suck. This particular exercise requires some degree of coordination which is why my response was a sarcastic, "Do you want me to rub my belly and pat my head too?" The little bugger said, "No, that's next." On a related note, Tim's repartee is improving.

Michelin Ma'am

  I apologize for being unusually silent the past few days. I just couldn't find anything funny or witty to say about how I have been feeling. I feel like Michelin Ma'am! Another reason for my irritation is, I haven't been able to shed the pounds like I use to. It was always so easy when I was younger to drop like crazy just with starvation and a side of diarrhetic. Now, even with exercise and a healthy meal plan it's still as slow as molasses.

Oh God! Make Him Stop!

So I may have accidentally thrown Tim under the bus. The wrong person happened to overhear me leaving a message for Tim on Wednesday because he forgot to write down my workout for me to follow on Friday. I just wanted him to call me back so I could transcribe it. After much refusal on my part I finally allowed Big Bad Bill to book me a free session with Tim for Friday.......I knew Friday morning I had made a huge mistake. I felt guilty and still sore from Wednesday's training. Tim showed up and I immediately apologized, he says that he is the one that should apologize.....that's the last time I felt like he was sorry. Due to this looming guilt, I gave him everything I had. Anything he threw at me I took like a champ no matter how much heavier he made the weights, how embarrassing it might have been, or how scared I was of whatever he assigned. I pushed through the pain in my wrist during the preachers curls, my fear of tipping over the structure I was hanging from during the TRX rows. It had been 32 minutes when I realized he wasn't doing our usual 30 minute session. I asked breathlessly looking at the clock, "How..... many...... more?" Tim's reply, "Oh I don't actually have anyone scheduled for a while so I can keep going." I gulped and said, "Oh okay" with a forced smile. All the while each muscle in my body is screaming, "Oh God! Make him stop!" After 45 minutes of pushing myself to my physical limits he finally let me go, workout write-up in hand. Monday is not nearly far enough away.

Paranoia

There is something I forgot to recount from yesterday's shenanigans at the gym. For most of us that aren't in tip top shape, we spend a lot of time self soothing by telling ourselves, "Just do it already. No one is watching. No one cares. You're just suffering from narcissistic paranoid delusions."  The reason I bring this up is because yesterday, all that work I put into my internal pep talk was quickly unraveled. Tim had me push that stanchion on wheels again. It's a similar workout to when football players push that thingy across the field. As you can see I've got a lot of sports knowledge. Anyway, I pushed it all the way across the gym, then he had me push it back. When I stopped, the line of people on the front row of treadmills started clapping and cheering, one even yelled, "Encore, Encore!"......When did I start becoming the daily entertainment at the gym? So much for, "No one is watching."

First Bribe

Michael Kors makeup bag,
perfume (home & travel size), and lotion

My bribe arrived from my sister today for losing that first 10lbs. It was in time to give me a little boost after a hard day with Tim. I told him I have a short term goal. I want to get as great of results as possible before my friends' wedding in June....Maybe I should have waited until after our workout to tell him that. Owww! He made me literally jump on the treadmill while it was going full run speed TWICE! That's just asking for an accident. He had me do pullups which I could barely do without extra help. Finally near the end, while I was already POOPED he had me do bicycle kicks on the stability bench. For the last 10 seconds, his counting seemed to get slower and slower and so did my kicks. Ricky one of the other trainers was with a client behind us says, "What was that?" teasing me about my ridiculously slow air bike. I'm going to feel it tomorrow. I still have to do the same routine two more times before I see him again. Yikes!

Reminder: Other endorsements welcome. :-)

Where's The Rest?

2 oz +/- Round Eye Steak
w/ Yellow pepper & onion

There are times when I am ravenous and I feel like I could eat the whole cow. No, I'm not pregnant, unless it's Jesus 2.0. Adding exercise to these occasional hunger rampages makes them all the more intense. It's at times like these that the fat girl in me gets real irritated when I dish out the "proper portions" prescribed by my trainer. Where's the rest of my steak?!?!

Zumba

Zumba has quickly become a popular class since the last time I've taken any dance aerobics. If you've never taken Zumba before, well let me tell you what to expect. Yesterday I decided it might be fun to get my groove back and take my first Zumba class. The room was packed with women of all shapes and sizes (and one man). The "instructor" was a very curvy (huge butt) 4'9" girl who just stood up on the stage in front of the mirrors as if that helped us see her. The music started, it was like going from 0 to 60 in 10 seconds. There were no breaks just a full hour of non-stop moving of your jiggly parts. I heard more than one language in there but the common phrase being repeated was, "Oh my god!" I kept up the best I could considering there was no instruction, she didn't break down any dance steps for us. I didn't want to be one of those fat girls that barely moved but no matter how close I felt I was to what the instructor was doing, my butt never seemed to shake like hers.....and its not like I'm lacking a caboose....maybe next time I'll shake it like a salt shaker.

You Might Be Fat If...

As my ode to Jeff Foxworthy, I've compiled a version of You Might Be A Redneck that I can relate to.

You might be fat if:

Your pants come off and that muffin top is still there.

You dread using public restrooms not only for the disgust factor, but also because your butt usually grazes the toilet paper roll when you squeeze into the "regular" size stalls.

You have to contort your body to buckle your shoes on the side because you can't reach down over your belly.

You have to sit in the test seat outside of roller coasters before you stand in line.

Your eyes feel claustrophobic when you smile.

You have to step back OFF the scale to find out how much you weigh.

Your trainer makes you stand up and sit down without weights as a form of exercise.

You daydream about cheeseburgers every time your trainer opens his mouth.

I Lost A Bag of Sugar

Next time you go to the grocery store, pick up the biggest bag of sugar you can find. It should be the 10 lb bag. Then walk around carrying it while you shop. Finally when you're done shopping put it down. I know you're not going to do that but imagine the relief your feet, ankles, knees, and back would feel once you got rid of that sugar. Well I finally lost that bag of sugar. I'm officially 10lbs lighter and still feeling SWEET! :-)

Curing Donelapse Disease

Donelapse Disease

I am working on curing my Donelapse Disease! For those of you unfamiliar with this clinical term, you have this affliction when your stomach done-lapse over your jeans. Now, it’s possible to disguise the symptoms by wearing properly sized clothing and control-top undergarments, but you KNOW your fat when those pants come off and that roll is STILL there. Well several people today have come up to me and commented that I look like I have lost weight and even pointed out my decreased roll. Yay! I still haven’t done a weight check in over a week but I’m feeling better and my pants are buttoning much easier.

Compromising Positions

I think it was Tim's goal today to think up as many ways to embarrass me as possible. He warned me after a few minutes of warm-up exercises (during which I pretended I wasn't already exhausted) that I was going to hate him.....oh Tim keeps his promises. The first compromising position he put me in was telling me to lift a kettle ball and then put it back on the ground keeping my back straight and sticking my butt out. "Oh Lord" I thought, "Those poor people behind me are gonna get an eyeful".  Then after a few more exercises, he takes me back to the stair master where we started the day.....this time there were two goooood looking men sitting on the stationary bikes directly behind the stair master. They were my favorite flavor, the Latin persuasion. Did I want to run away? Oh yeah! It took all my strength to get on that stair master and try to forget my future first and second husbands were right behind me. I was mortified  but it still wasn't over. It was time to do a few more of those wonderful bend-overs but right there in front of the hotties. I prayed that the stair master was blocking their view of everything but I didn't dare check. Tim got a bit of an eyeful himself because he chose to stand in front of me. When he realized he was greeting the twins he moved over to my side. My goal is to eventually feel comfortable enough to do these exercises in front of people like those guys and hey, maybe I'll be confident enough to wink and say, "You're welcome." ;-)

Tit For Tat To Lose That Fat

In a way, it's a little sad that my loved ones are so desperate to see me healthy that they have resorted to bribery. My eldest sister recently emailed me a proposition; for every 10 lbs I lose, she will reward me. I have no shame though. In fact, if anyone else feels inclined, endorsements will be gleefully accepted....Make checks payable to Johanna Johnston. :-)

Good Bye My Love

I sat down with the meal plan specialist, Bill, at the gym today. Bill loves these appointments because he gets to show off his before and after photos illustrating his 100 pound loss. He also showed me a couple other successful clients that have followed his guidance. Bill laid it all out and told me if I follow his meal plan losing weight would be the easiest thing I've ever done. Still going with the six small meals he provided me with the specifics. The highlight for me is that he says once a week after 5pm I can eat anything I want. Yay Cheeseburger Sunday! I'm actually not going to take advantage of that for a while just to get the most out of these first several weeks. Some of the lowlights, no milk, no dressing or sauces, and saddest of all I can't have my favorite FOOD, ketchup. Granted most of what I put ketchup on, I should probably be reserving for those splurge Sundays, but I'll still miss it greatly. Good bye my love. See you again in a few weeks.

Makes me want a hot dog real bad

Weekends are hard enough when your gym routine is based on the work week so you have two days where you can get off track. Then, when you add in events like festivals you're asking for trouble. I went to a fair in Tampa yesterday so needless to say the six small meals weren't going to happen when outside food is not allowed. Walking around smelling all the delicious deep fried aphrodisiacs was challenging my resolve. I managed to leave the fair eating only a salad but my mind kept running the same clip from Legally Blond in my head, boy can I relate.

Eating Is Hard Work

As an accomplished eater, I never thought munching six times a day would be so challenging. After 25 years of bingeing twice a day, its proving to be a difficult habit to break. Making eating even less enjoyable is the burning sensation in my legs when I squat down to reach into the mini fridge at work. Thanks for the pain Tim! Please Sir, may I have some more?

3500 Calories = A Cheeseburger?

I made it through two weeks on my own so I bit the bullet and signed up for a real gym membership. As part of the package I get a complimentary health assessment with one of the trainers. This is basically an embarrassing session where a complete stranger tells you your body fat index is almost 50% and it would take about 2 years to get you in the healthy range. Yay! As Tim is waxing eloquently on muscle burning calories at rest and multiplying it out to show how many calories can be burned at rest in a week he finally stops at 3500 and asks, "Do you know how much that equals?" My reply as my thoughts drift back to reality, "A cheeseburger?" There was a hint of hope and longing in my voice that took Tim by surprise and made him choke back a giggle. After the private humiliation at the desk it was time to go public. Thinking that he could never make me do anything I hadn't done or seen before, he stands on one of those dome exercise balls and does some squats. He was so sturdy and graceful. Piece of cake!....I couldn't even stand on it without wobbling and falling off a few times....we're going to have to start slow I guess.

In the beginning

So here we are starting up a new health kick. Will it last more than two weeks? A friend and manager at Gold's Gym gave me a 2 week VIP pass for free. My initial thought was, "Will I actually go the full two weeks." Whether this newfangled desire for exercise was motivated by the prospect of a new man or by the frustration of squeezing into once upon a time fat jeans is irrelevant. I'm going to work hard and be the best version of myself I can be. Looking at recent photos of myself and my large round un-impregnated belly was also a thump in the pants to get me sweating.