No More Weighting!

I decided to make good on my promise to address the weight issue. No more waiting! (Pretty punny, dontchyathink?) So, I got in touch with a private, less intimidating gym, one town over. (Sounds like I live in the wilderness where there's little water or life nearby). The truth is, I hate gyms, and hate all the cute little figures that bounce in and out of them, so I thought a small, unassuming workout space with a positive trainer might just give me the shot in the arm I need to get this heavy, gelatinous stuff melting off . . . once and for all! (Run-on sentences are my strong suit). Yesterday, I met her for the first time. Her name is Carolyn and she is wonderful. She's a positive, strong, and incredible athlete who knows how to push me. She had me doing things I hadn't done in about 100 years. I was definitely spent by the time I left her place, but the good news is, I'm actually looking forward to returning. Now that's progress! In between visits, she did manage to give me a few homework assignments: treadmilling and keeping a food log. The gig is up. I'll need to comply or answer to a much mightier person than myself!