Training Day

I met with the trainer today. My church has a huge "family life center" that I have used in the past (read: before children) but since I have fallen slam apart, I decided that during this spring break week, I would hit the treadmill everyday and then I made an appointment with one of the weight trainers.

Well, how do you do, WeightTrainerGuy. Let me just start by saying that he said that food was not our enemy.

Tell me more. Much, much more.

And then he wanted to know how old I was...like in my thirties?

Please. I haven't seen my thirties for ages.

I believe this is the start of a beautiful friendship. Now, he did bust my ass today. I used muscles I didn't realize I had. My hands are even sore. And he told me to try to drink more water, hold off on the processed foods, and eat 25% less. And get in some aerobic exercise 3 - 5 times a week.

Girls, I might be able to do this. After going carbless for three miserable days and counting points (please, I don't want to hear about counting all those freaking points), I have found someone who is speaking my language. I am no longer a stranger in a strange land.