4.7

Week 1 results: 4.7 lost.

Baby steps.

Ugh! My aching back!

So, I actually went inside the gym yesterday. "Hi, I haven't been here in over two years, I don't remember my number and I don't have my tag. I've been a sort-of silent investor." She laughed and said, "Well thank you!" After she gave me my number and a new tag she grinned and said, "Day One, go get started."

This morning I woke up to my body screaming at the top of her lungs, "What ever asshole thought it would be a good idea to go to the gym can totally fuck right the hell off!"

My back hurts, my shoulders hurt, my calves called me everything but a white woman when my feet hit the floor, and my thighs wanted to rip themselves off my torso and take turns pummeling me.

Boy, are they going to be pissed off in a few hours.

Should I stay or should I go?

Ever see a picture of yourself and think, My Gawd! Where did that spare tire around my neck come from?!? Is this how people see me? WTF???"

Yeah, that was me last Sunday morning when I saw some pictures of me that were taken the night before. I was stunned. Shocked even. Like how did this happen!?!

I've struggled with my weight since I was 22ish. I started packing on the pounds when i was spending four nights a week in a bar with my friends.  Then I got pregnant, and I never recovered.

Which brings me to the parking lot of Planet Fitness (the sight of my last "comeback attempt") where I now sit in my car writing my first blog post trying to work up the courage to drag my 40year old, 238lb body in to workout for the first time in over two years.  Oh I've been paying them for roughly two and a half years lol, but basically it's been a donation.

Wish me luck and call the paramedics.