Right?!
So today was a day of many things. One of them being getting on the scale for shits and giggle annnnnnnd it just resulted in major depression and lots of not happy thoughts.
Highlight of the day was when hubby told me he was at the gym, registering. I honestly thought he was full of crap until he showed up at home and was grabbing a void cheque and all that stuff to get his all finished up.
I ended up going back with him to sign my paperwork (as the deal was we would join together and help to motivate etc) and I proceeding with my stuff while we sent him off to work.
Thirty minutes later and I'm signed up, he knows my story a bit and I'm signed on for 3 personal training sessions. My trainer is uber cute and where that would motivate some people it kind of seriously depresses me. He looks half my age and he's in great shape etc. Here I am 36 and I feel like I'm 136 and I'm wondering wtf have I done to myself. How have I allowed it to get this far.
I'm so beyond disgusted with myself. YES life happened but can we really use that as an excuse? I'm the queen of excuses.
So alas. It's April 23, 2015 and I am meeting him on Monday for our first session of taking a very in depth look at my body composition and all that stuff. Fairly certain 'a whole lotta awesome stuffed into a little body' won't come up on the results but hey, can't have everything now can I?!
So today was a day of many things. One of them being getting on the scale for shits and giggle annnnnnnd it just resulted in major depression and lots of not happy thoughts.
Highlight of the day was when hubby told me he was at the gym, registering. I honestly thought he was full of crap until he showed up at home and was grabbing a void cheque and all that stuff to get his all finished up.
I ended up going back with him to sign my paperwork (as the deal was we would join together and help to motivate etc) and I proceeding with my stuff while we sent him off to work.
Thirty minutes later and I'm signed up, he knows my story a bit and I'm signed on for 3 personal training sessions. My trainer is uber cute and where that would motivate some people it kind of seriously depresses me. He looks half my age and he's in great shape etc. Here I am 36 and I feel like I'm 136 and I'm wondering wtf have I done to myself. How have I allowed it to get this far.
I'm so beyond disgusted with myself. YES life happened but can we really use that as an excuse? I'm the queen of excuses.
So alas. It's April 23, 2015 and I am meeting him on Monday for our first session of taking a very in depth look at my body composition and all that stuff. Fairly certain 'a whole lotta awesome stuffed into a little body' won't come up on the results but hey, can't have everything now can I?!
