One Last Hoorah

Like a woman spending her last day in her 20's/30's etc...I spent my last day of not caring what my body consumed in a celebratory way. Big "e" went out El Amigo style with the biggest, cheesiest burrito I've ever attempted to eat. For a moment I was in foodie heaven. I was quickly brought back down from cloud 9 by tryin to pry my fat rear out from the dreaded booth...a fat kids nightmare. To norms the booth is nothing more than a place to sit to eat, but to a large an in charge it's more like a form of russian roulette. You fit, you fit, you fit, damn...you don't fit and gotta move to a chaired table. One of the things I definitely will not miss when I'm back to being healthy. Even a chair in some restaurants is sketchy...you never know when your going to hit the floor all shallow hal's woman's style. Good thing for me those worries will soon be but a faint memory of what use to be. In my last post I mentioned I would be making drastic healthy changes without a gym membership, yet. Well...starting tomorrow I will be one of the newest members at Next Level personal training. My sister inlaw and myself went for an assessment yesterday and let me just say, I feel like I competed in a triathlon but literally did 3 squats and 2 push ups. That's it. I'm so out of shape it's not funny. Tomorrow after my first session I am probably going to fall out and go to sleep in the parking lot before I can even raise a leg to get into my car...it is that bad folks. How awesome will it be to say "I worked out today, and I don't feel like I'm going to die!" seriously, it hurts my arms to type this now all because I hoisted my big self up off the ground twice. Not 20x's, but twice. Embarrassing, I know. What is that saying? Pain is weakness leaving the body? So far I have fully verified that I am one super dee duper weak being. Not for long :) Until tomorrow... -Erica