So I'm slacking here.
I have been working non-stop all weekend/week and I have finally gotten around to typing this blog. Between work and play I am still trying to find time to work out. I will go into more detail later on. First we will talk about my first ass kicking from my trainer Amy.
Now, let me start with this. Amy is amazing, she is tough but hilarious. She is the perfect mix of "I am going to destroy you" and " I am going to make you laugh."
Last Tuesday, she did just that.
She started me off with 15 Min. of walking on the treadmill. Which I hate the treadmill with a passion. I would like to see it be dumped off the Grand Canyon with TNT strapped to it. But I walked my little heart out. Then she continued to torture me with squats with a medicine ball, then step ups. And it didn't end there, she then worked abs, arms, chest, legs again, and then made me do pilates.
By the time she was done with me, I felt like I couldn't take another step. But, the only thought going through my head was, "Holy hell, I just did that. I JUST DID THAT!"
I never thought that I would be able to indure a 60 min. full body work out. And I did. I nearly cried myself to sleep that night from the pain, but I DID IT!
I have my next session with Amy the Destoryer next thursday. Lets see how I survive round two.
Falling our of routine is very easy for me to do. After a 10 hour day of work on my feet the last thing I want to do is go to the gym. I have to constantly keep reminding myself why I am doing this. Its so I feel better about myself mentally, physically and emotionally. I want to be able to have children, run around with them, see them grow up. And by being overweight, my risk of not having that is low. This is for my future. And for my present! I want to look cute on the beach with my husband, not hide under a towel. o.O
Until next time!
Bust a move!
