Work it baby....

Oh the pain and agony of realizing (or finally admitting) that you (me) need help in the exercise/diet department!!! AHHHHHHHH

I just started with a personal trainer recently and have been optimistic with my abilities to fight through the pain and work out w/ the rest of 'em. I mean, hey, I had danced for a good chunk of my life... I'm just a little out of shape.

Boy was I wrong. I guess I didn't realize how out of shape I have gotten. I mean, duh (hee hee) , I realize that I have expanded a tad in size, but I didn't comprehend that I wouldn't be able to do a 45 minute work out with out stopping a great deal. Yes, it was the first day w/ the trainer, but still, I am an overacheiver and I wanted to impress my trainer with how limber I was and how much stamina I had. Ha! The whole reason I'm THERE is because I don't have those things. What was I thinking?

Of course I'm going to stick with it. I will push through the pain and come out on top, lighter and with cuter clothes!

The diet might make me a little cranky... but we'll see. I don't know how many more times I can have eggs in the morning..... (eww, I think I just threw up in my mouth a little at the thought of it).

All you chocolate eaters out there.............................. beware!!! I may come and steal it midway to your mouth ;-)

Kisses!