Thirty Five; My New Least Favorite Number.

So, I FINALLY went to the gym, but not because I was motivated, but because I had an appointment with a trainer. Still working on that being accountable to myself thing.  First thing he did was check my body fat *groan* and it was not pretty. My trainer said "Wow, that's a lot. I'm surprised. That's a lot for your shape!". My shape being, thin-ish legs and thin arm and a whole lot of belly fat. Again, I am NOT pregnant. When he told me the number, %35, I felt just a tinge of sadness, but it quickly turned to determination! I am going to bust ass and develop some muscle! I feel weak so I new it would be bad, but WOW! I dig my trainer a lot. He kinda rules. He's a former dancer, which I prefer to a former football player and current meathead. And it felt so good to sweat! We had to be careful because of my back, but it was still intense enough for me to feel awesome about it. And my back actually felt better after. Exercise is the key and I am pledging to make it a part of my life for the rest of my life. Even if it's just walking and yoga. I will be moving.

Tomorrow
Eat well and track
Meet a friend at yoga (so you know I'll be there)

Gratitude
I just found out a very good friend (brother from another mother) from high school and his partner were in a terrible car accident (jaws of life bad) on Friday night, but they are both fine! Thank Goodness!!!
My trainer
Sweating
My kitty cats
A good nights sleep. I LOVE sleeping

Night-Night