I've got a personal trainer now. I should start to set up meetings with him in the next week. I have a membership at Gold's Gym that *I* have to pay for, as opposed to being lumped in with school's tuition. My thought process is I don't like to waste money. This should get my butt in gear.
As an introduction to the "get your butt in gear" program, I had a, well, not a full workout the other day, but more of an introductory this is how it goes. I walked around the gym with Nathan and he made me do a few leg workouts.
And holy hell I can't walk anymore. My quads are tight. My ass, twice as tight. It hurts to sit down (which you can imagine as a girl means, if I can hold it, I've been holding it to avoid the up and sitting position).
But you know what, I complain now, but this is what I wanted. I wanted a person to hold me accountable and help me realize that I can do this. To this point I've had support of people, but not really motivation. I have a love hate relationship with tough love. I hate getting it, but it seems to be the only thing that really works for me. So here I am, hating it. But here I am, too, pushing through and getting it done. It's damn time I did something for me.
The new goal? Down 30-40lbs by next summer. Ie, before I head back to camp. I think I can do it. I know I can do it, now that I have someone to help point me in the right direction.
I'm 4lbs from being obese. I'm 30%+ body fat. Which is 50+ lbs of pure fat I'm carrying around.
I'm ready to get rid of it. I'm tired of being the fat girl.
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