pain!

I guess it's what I deserve after taking such a long break from regular exercise.

I've been pretty sore this week.

Tuesday after my first PT I could barely walk! Wednesday was another PT (assisted dips and chin ups - blergh!) and then today I went and did a class called 'fight club' - basically a boxing circuit.

Wednesday I was feeling a little better, but back to being pretty sore and stiff today. I have to say I was disappointed with the boxing class. I enjoyed the one at my old gym much better.

So far I'm happy with my decision about the gym & training. That said, I am realising that my previous trainer was really good. I'm not saying the current one isn't, I think it will work out well.

Friday's I plan to normally go and do a spin class, but it's Max's birthday party in the afternoon and I have cakes to make & ice, food to prepare, balloons to blow up, house to clean ... etc etc ... He's 6, which I'm finding hard to come to terms with.

Weigh in tonight for Fat Club! Hoping to smash my 5% loss target ... I've worked pretty hard this week, so I'll be disappointed if I don't.

Joined the gym

So, I made a decision and decided to join the Goodlife. Went in on Saturday for an hour which was mainly answering questions, showing me equipment etc etc ...

The guy who showed me around was a trainer there called Simon. He has 2 young kids, so I feel like he appreciates, at least to some degree, that it can be hard with kids sometimes.

I decided to book in with him for PT sessions TWICE (!!) a week until my sister's wedding, which is in May. I have 6 and a half weeks until I have to get on a plan to Darwin for that wedding. I'm hoping to bust my guts and work really hard and try to lose somewhere between 7 and 10 kilos in that time. I still won't be happy with the way I look, but I'll be happier.

Already I feel better, like I'm back in control. I'm making the decisions and have the power to determine if I'm going to do this or not.

I feel positive about it. Leaving the gym on Saturday I felt great. I knew I'd made the right decision.

So first PT is tomorrow. I'm preparing for the pain.

attempt # 1989

well, perhaps not 1989, but something like that.

My baby turned 1 a couple of weeks ago. I'm a bit sad about that, but I was sadder when I saw the photos from our little celebration we held for him. I think I looked 6 mths pregnant again and it totally depressed me.

Before Max was born I had some success at weight watchers. I think it's something to do with the public humiliation and parting with hard earned cash that forces me to be better and more accountable with my diet than I might otherwise.

So in light of the disgusting photos (which really were just the last straw) I dragged my sorry butt back to fat culb 2 weeks ago.

First week I lost 2.7k

This week I lost another 1k.

I have another .86 of a kilo before I reach my first goal of 5% loss - which I should achieve next week.

So I'm blogging about this because it adds another degree of accountability (to who/what I'm not sure) to the whole process. I think it just helps me to write how I feel about it all. It's mainly for myself.

These couple of weeks really haven't been that hard. I think once you resolve to really do something about it, it's easier. I had a little slip up this week, but I think hormones were playing a big role this week.

My main dilemma this week has been trying to decide what gym to join. I'd love to go back to my old gym because it's small, family run, friendly. However, they don't have a large choice of classes or times. My other option is Goodlife which is about a 10 minute drive from the school and a 15 min drive from our place. They have great classes, frequently, more childcare times, more equipment, but I feel intimidated by the bigness and 'trendiness' of the place. And they're more expensive by a couple of hundred dollars ...

decisions.

Next week I have to plan and hold a party for Max - who can believe he's 6.