So I was on the countdown over the weekend until Monday Night at 5:30 pm. Most of the time I was really excited and watching the clock. This was going to be a totally new adventure for me. I am not exaggerating one bit when I say I was less than athletic at this point. I was the Anti-Athlete poster child.
Or better yet the poster child for Couch Potato University. I planned my weekends by what was going to be on television. Give me a Law & Order Marathon on TNT or a World War II Marathon on the History Channel I was there. Now I might be playing on the computer while watching but I was sedentary non the less. Now at this point I was still doing WW and doing very well with it, losing weight every week, slow and steady. I was the turtle in the weight loss race and I knew I would eventually win if I just stayed in the race.
Well that weekend I used all of my points and pretty much all of my flex points due to eating Quiche, Hashbrown Casserole, Chicken Salad and pita crackers oh and the heavenly grape salad. Totally yummy and delicious.
Having company for the weekend made the time pass by fast so I did not really have time to really sit and think about the personal trainer and the resistance training. Also I did not go and google it either. I am a total research freak, I research everything from recipes to phone numbers to directions, you name it I have probably googled it. I tell everyone I do everything online, I even found my husband online.
Had I actually googled resistance training I might have gotten scared or chickened out. But I don't think so, because I knew I had to do something to ensure success and I was betting the farm on Marianne and resistance training under her direction. Oh and the 15 minutes of Cardio at the Gym.
After a full weekend, Sunday evening came. I got my little gym bag ready with all of my clothes, yes including socks. So I would not be rushed in the morning. And I would be rushed so I did not want to forget anything critical. I called and texted with Brandon for moral support. Thank goodness for him. He was so behind me 100%. And he was so positive and proud of me for trying it. But he kept saying just stick with it, don't go for a week then miss a day and give it all up. I told him I was not going to do that, I booked 2 weeks out so I could not make excuses and I would feel like I had made at least an initial commitment.
I went to bed that night all giddy and excited to begin my road to fitness. It was almost like the night before Christmas as a child. That is how excited I was.
Until next time Keep Fit.
pam
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