ouch

After the latest batch of "overweight" comments I decided it was enough. Fine. If the world thinks I'm overweight, then I'll just have to do something different. So I called up a personal trainer and she gave me a 2 hour assessment. Basically she went over my eating habits and gave me a bunch of tips then she created a full body workout program that I can do at home (a huge bonus since Steve will be gone for the next 6 months) with little to no weights or equipment. Sweet. She went thru the whole program step by step and I thought I was doing pretty good until we came to the push-ups.
"Okay, " she said. "Let's start with 20."
I'm sure my eyes bugged out of my head b'cos she then said to do as much as I can and we'll aim for 20.

Right, of course. Let's aim for 20.

I think I did 9 before my arms collapsed. Anyway, after going thru the entire program I was sweating like a marshmallow in heat and when the time came, I could barely lift Kez off the floor.
I think that's a good thing.

Right?

Means I'm working muscles that (obviously) haven't been worked in awhile. So if I stick with it, something magical will happen. Or here's hoping.

So let the weight loss begin!