So, I quit smoking and decided to spend my smoking money on a personal trainer (since I was already paying for a gym membership I wasn’t using). Now that you’ve picked yourself up from a ROFL fit, I’ll finish.
Monday was day one. I change in the bathroom at work and head to the gym on my lunch break.
Working out on my lunch break serves two purposes. First, maybe since I’m working out, I won’t find time to stuff my face with fast food, and secondly, I figure I can always use the excuse “I have to get back to work” if the workout gets to be more than I can handle.
Well, I get to the gym and she wants to measure me. BAHHHHAHHHAHHAHAHH! She was serious. I’m not even going to begin to tell you how that went, but there were tears and denials and the tape measure is now on life support.
And then, the work out began. She said we should warm up. I told her that I had actually done a complete 15 minute work out before I got to the gym. I had put my tennis shoes on while standing up. I had broke a sweat and everything. For some cruel reason, that didn’t count.
Well, I went back to the gym today. She was shocked I showed up. I actually got a gold star. It was amazing. But now my legs are like Jell-o which is making me want Jell-o. And I know I can have Sugar Free Jell-o, but I’m thinking I’d like some Un-Sugar Free Jell-o with Heavy whipping cream and strawberry jam. If only I could walk to the frig!
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