We have started working out with a trainer 2x per week for the next 12 weeks. We = myself, Lisa, Pam & Debbie. We've paid in advance (great motivation to never miss a session) at Fitness Together for the privilege of being tortured. Oh yes, it is pure torture. For the record, jumping jacks are from the devil. My trainer's name is Joe. He is a compassionate yet firm drill sergeant. I'm old enough to be his mom. After the first session, I went straight out and bought an extra-firm sports bra. Now I need a decent pair of running shoes.
The catalyst for this body-altering, mind-shaping, life-changing decision to choose fitness is a brown, sleeveless, strapless, satin, long, halter-top bridesmaid dress which I will be wearing in public at a wedding on April 26, 2008. That's this year. In a couple of weeks. Yeah, that soon. The physical torture of working out is nothing compared to the torture of trying on dress after dress at David's bridal, all of which were sleeveless and strapless, some more form-fitting than others. The dresses and the three-way mirrors all pointed to one major thing - the time has come to stop wearing baggy, all-black clothing (quite slimming?) and come to grips with the fact that my health, my well-being, and the energy level required for the life I choose to lead, all could be dramatically improved by becoming physically fit. I realize that it will take time and monumental effort to overcome years of poor eating habits and pure laziness, but it's never too late to start.
