Ouch, I hurt...

...just thinking of working out. I am so incredibly embarrassed to admit this, but I haven't had more than a few 30 minute trips on the treadmill in about the last 5 years. It's no wonder I have all of this excess weight. After everything happened with Logan, Jon & I decided that I needed to throw myself into something positive. I decided that it would be exercise. There was a point in my life...say 10 years ago...that I had something that resembled will-power. Not these days. I can find any excuse not to do the whole workout thing, but not this time. I am finally at my 8 week marker and can now go full fledged into an exercise program.

This being said, I have hired a personal trainer. I think that I have like 12 sessions with her, 3/week for the next month. I'm hoping that I can develop a good habit of working out during that month. However, I am SO scared! Hehehe, I told Jon that I'm afraid she is going to make me throw up. I hate doing that but can you imagine someone who hasn't had any form of exercise in this long in their first training session? I can and it doesn't look pretty...from my imagination anyway!

My first session is Saturday right after Lucas' basketball game. Did I say yet how much I already want to back out? I'm going to see it through though...otherwise I'll have to listen to Jon. Plus, who doesn't want several bags of potatoes dropped from their figure?? A girl can dream right?

I think that I'm going to give myself a reward for all of my hardwork at the end of the month. Yes, besides losing some weight & feeling great (hopefully)! Now I just need some reward ideas! Maybe a new purse??? Yea!