Day 2

Day 2 was used to give my body a rest...my bad. I should have went back and used a machine for an hour, but the pain, the pain. Tomorrow I will be going back and doing my circuit + 30 min on the machine. Today I tried to get my 8 glasses of water down.  Made 5 of them...it is harder than you would think. Did fine on my calories. Started watching The Biggest Loser. It is very motivational and fills me with a teeny tiny bit of envy. Not that I would ever go on tv, but that they have access to ideal weight loss conditions. Can you imagine, no outside stuff going on, a personal trainer, nutritionist, doctor and the equipment?! It is hard, I can see that, but the ability to concentrate and focus solely on losing weight...a nice thought. Fortunately, I am not 350lbs or Jessica Simpson, so I will lose weight with what I got.

Day 1

Day 1 of many many more such days has come and went. Sticking to 1200 calories until all fluff is gone will be boring, but is absolutely necessary to getting down to my goal. Today I went to the gym and got a personal trainer. We went through a routine and talked about nutrition and how often I was to come and workout. 5 days a week, Monday through Friday. My arms couldnt hold a water bottle and my legs couldnt hold me and I am supposed to do that to myself tomorrow too? The love of my life said if I didnt go back there would be no more shopping...I am going back. I am not losing weight for him and he knows it. I am doing it for me and he is there to support, encourage and push if need be. Weight 76.8.

Tomorrow is a new day.

Tomorrow is a new day. One in which I will begin to live a different lifestyle that will change my body to better fit the person I am. I kinda like me otherwise, I feel that I am loving, loyal, fun, honest and friendly enough to suit me. But I need to lose some weight to feel good about the person I present to the world. I dont reckon anyone will read my blog, no advertising, blogvertising planned for my part, but still by keeping this journal,even if it remains read by none, I will have to report to someone, even if there really is no one...does that make sense? This is kinda like talking to yourself, tbh. Things to do tomorrow...research gyms, check out the swimming hall and step on the scale. Gotta start somewhere. I am 38, short and wayyyyy to fluffy for my own good.