So today is my birthday! To celebrate, Tim and I are going out to grab some Ethiopian food tonight. That's it! And I'm very happy.
I guess this quiet haze of contentment stems from the fact that I finally kept a promise to myself: I started working out a couple weeks ago. The first couple workouts were fine, the third left me curled up on the floor, dry-heaving and almost soiling myself, and the fourth was almost...enjoyable? Dare I say that out loud?
For someone who is as sweat-averse as I am, making it even this far is a huge milestone. I meet with my trainer on Mondays and Wednesdays, and she, the former ballet dancer, has re-introduced me to parts of my body that haven't received any attention in years. Ow! Hello, abdominal muscles! Oof! Nice to see you again, triceps, what's shakin'? But apparently, the pain is a good thing. Healthy people have such fucked up moral codes, don't they?
I don't have any specific weight loss goals in mind, I'm mostly doing it to feel healthier and have more energy. And so far, the only progress I see is that I can do a few more crunches before I pass out. But I'll be sure to post a picture of my 6-pack next month. LOL!
Here is this year's music dedication to myself. The bastards disabled embedding: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=veN2gyCEj8s
