Day One to a Brand New Me

Monday I went to the gym. For the first time. Ever in life.

The first conversation between my trainer and I?

Trainer Ben: So, what can you tell me about a gym?

Sarcastic Nicole: That I've successfully avoided them for 28 years.

Trainer Ben: (deviantly rubbing his hands together) Oh, we're going to have some fun with you.

Okay, maybe he didn't rub his hands together, and maybe he wasn't so evil, but he did laugh at me when I couldn't properly name a single machine besides the treadmill and he had to literally walk me through step-by-step through a routine so I will not hurt or kill myself.

I couldn't even tell you what the routine is yet, but you know what I can tell you? That I hurt. So, so much. From the toes all the way to my fingers, I'm in a bit of pain. Walking down the stairs this morning to my Special K Breakfast was excruciating.

Have I mentioned that I also started tanning again this weekend and therefore am severely burnt as well? Yeah, you try putting a bra on without screaming out in pain after all that. I dare you.

But, it's a good pain, right? And don't you hate when people say that? I know that when I go back tomorrow morning, it's going to be a little more difficult than it was on Monday, but I also know that that's good. This is what I signed up for after all. And I wasn't stupid enough to know that getting back into shape was going to be all peaches and cream.

But seriously? The salvation army has a hot tub on sale for $250 and I think that's a perfectly necessary purchase at this moment. If I could find someone to install it in the backyard that is.

As for the whole diet thing? I've stopped eating after 8 at night, and am really limiting my snacking. Drinking a ton more water. Trainer Ben and I are going to go over some more nutritional factors tomorrow, and we're also going to take the measurements so I can keep track of progress as we go along. So that's good too.

But today? Today I hurt.