I can't feel my thighs!

So, I did it. Today I worked out with Joe - the evil trainer. He's tough. He expects a lot. And apparently he thinks I'm Hercules! My friend Julie went with me, which is probably the only reason that I actually showed up.

It started with 40 minutes on the treadmill at 3 mph and a significant incline. To some of you that might be a cake walk, but to a 200 pound woman who hasn't done any exercise in 2 years - that's some work!

When I got off the treadmill I almost fell over since my body still thought I was ON the treadmill!!! The we proceeded with some of the most torturous all over body weighted moves I've ever experienced.

I can't life my arms and I can no longer feel my thighs. At least this way, I won't be bothered by the way my thighs rub together.

I'm going back tomorrow. Pray for me! =)

My Nerves and My Appetite....

It seems that there is a "count down" mentality that comes with making a date with yourself to begin something. Sort of a "12 hours until I can't eat french fries, so I better eat as many as possible now" kind of thing. I'm trying to remind myself that I will NOT cut out anything completely - it will be moderation, but there's still a fear.

Cutting off food in anyway is scary for a fat girl. Food has been a good friend for a long time and confronting a close and caring friend about the harmful things they're doing to you is a frightening proposition. Not only that, but then there's the withdrawal when you break off a friendship. When you have good news, who will you call? When you have a bad day, who will cheer you up? When you are lonely, who will keep you company? That's what it's like for me and food. It's a close friend. How do you end or limit a friendship?

Then there's the working out. Oh how I destest the thought. The sweating, the sore muscles...all of it really sucks. I know that in time it will get better. I know that with each workout it will get easier, but today that doesn't make it easier to face tomorrow. Pray for me. This is going to hurt...in more ways than one!

It's official...I'm fed up!

I've been overweight for about 10 years. That's 10 years of being out of breath, out of energy, and out of "normal" sized clothing. I'm fed up and I'm done.

So, what crazy diet will I do???

None. I'm doing this the smart way. I have an appointment on Monday with a trainer. I think that eating well comes a bit more naturally when you are working out. So, that will be my first step.

Step two will be to address the food. I'm going to start with Weight Watchers. Everyone knows that it's at least a sensible way to eat. I figure that's a good start. Will I stay with WW forever? We'll see, but I think it's a great place to start. So, I think I'll start back this Tuesday!!! That's in 3 days!

I know this is a lot at once, but I'm not expecting perfection, but I've GOT to do something.

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