Let's get physical....ly fit.

Today, I had my first training session with my new trainer at competitive fitness. This is the same trainer that worked with Alli from the biggest loser. He's a cool dude. I'm going to go to him for 3 months and get whooped back into shape. Today, I did my "baseline" workout to see where I'm at and where we will be going from here. Well...I'm not in very good shape is the first thing I noticed. Anyway, I'm really looking forward to the changes in my body. I've already given up sugar (well about 99%). That was easier to do than I though it would be. Next, I'm going to take Dixie's challenge to not snack on anything but fruits and veggies. My goal is to drop 35lbs. in the next three months. However, I'm more concerned with inches during this stretch.

What the mirror showed me

I woke one day and had to say, "I don't like the way I look."
My clothes don't fit, frustrations drip, and when I moved my tummy shook.
My back is tight, my two knees fight to keep me moving when I walk.
I'm snoring now, my face is round, my chin has ripples when I talk!

The time has come to get things done, I face the mirror and say:
"Be gone you slob, unsightly blobs, look out! Get out of my way!"
No more will food that's not so good be thrust inside my face.
For I will push and push and push, until I win this race!!

I know this is a silly poem, and I just whipped it together, but it sort of sums up how I feel a lot of the time. When I'm wearing scrubs and stuff, I don't REALLY notice where I am. But when I get dressed each morning for work and look in the mirror, I inevitably say, "what the?? Man, I don't know how I got to this point!" Be strong all, and keep to the grind. I know I am!