As a birthday present, my mum got me some personal training sessions and a nutrition consultation. (This isn't her way of telling me that I'm a lazy lump... I asked for it as a present). So today she called in (I happen to work in Kinesiology at U of C) and registered me for the sessions.
I guess this means I really have to do it then, hunh. I'm not this huge whale or anything, but I do have insecurities about my body, my "pregnant belly" is one of them. Someone actually asked me if I was pregnant... The dreaded mistaken expectant woman situation. I was like "I am never due thanks... just my fat." It wasn't some stranger, so it wasn't SO bad, but yeah, not so great. So now I have to divulge all my secret stashes of fat that I cleverly hide to my trainer, and then hopefully she'll make them go away! (I think this is the exact opposite of the attitude that I'm supposed to have... I'm supposed to say that with her help and my hard work and determination, I'll eventually look better. For now, we'll hope she has a magic wand... or maybe just a lipo-suction wand)
So I will bite the bullet, get a work out plan, and work out. This sounds exciting when I think of this time next year, but not so great until then.
I think the new gym has tv's. That at least gives me something to look forward to! Maybe I can get back in touch with Days of our Lives!