I have had enough.
I am tried of feeling fat and disgusting and I refuse to be unhealthy or let myself go through another summer feeling ashamed and trying to hide my fat every day. I am tired of dashing to the pool when I take my clothes off to go swimming as fast as I can so as to have people only see me for the shortest amount of time possible, but also not so fast as to jiggle my belly, thighs, etc. too much. It's a precarious fine line and I am sick of walking it.
So when an offer came up to train with a guy who is working on becoming a personal trainer I jumped at the offer. We started on Monday, February 13, 2012 and day 1 was chest and back. We worked out for 2 hours. The workout consisted of tons and tons of different push-ups, pull ups, etc. By the end I felt like I was going to die. And then he said, "Ready for abs?"
The next 30 minutes or so (45...?) were spent doing 12 different abdominal moves and if looks could kill, he would have died many times during that workout. When I was done I felt proud of myself that I got through it.
I don't think I have ever hurt as much as I did the next day. It was indescribable. Yet I went down at our training time ready to go because I felt so good that I was taking these steps to get healthy. Day 2 was plyometrics. That should be a dirty word. It was so hard and by the end I wanted to throw up. My face felt like it was burning. An hour and a half of jumps and fast paced movements. Then he asks, "Do you want to do the bonus round?" Ha ha! Nope, I didn't want to do it and I didn't. I just didn't have it in me. But I got through the workout, sore muscles and all.
Here are my beginning pictures, taken after my workout on day 2:
I took those pictures immediately after my day 2 workout.
Here are my starting statistics:
Weight: 181.6 lbs
Right thigh: 25"
Left thigh: 25.5"
Waist: 37.5"
Chest: 41"
Right biceps: 12.5"
Left biceps: 12"
Hips: 43"
Yep, I'm putting it all out there. Hopefully I never see numbers like those again!
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