SingleWorkingMama

I recently joined a gym, and as a new member perk I am entitled to two free sessions with a personal trainer. Today, I went to my first session.

Holy mackerel – Jess was friendly, perky, not too mean but not too nice, and really helped me learn the machines.

Because I am stubborn, I never admitted when the weights were too heavy. As a result, I fully expect to have limited arm movement tomorrow.

I’ve never been the kind of person to obsess about my weight. When she said my “ideal weight” is 131, (I’m 5′7″) I told her that I weighed more than that in high school and that I look freaky in that weight range. (Lollipop head! Hellooooo!) I’m pretty sure my skeleton alone weighs at LEAST that, and a girl’s gotta have organs, right?

Oh well, my own goal for working out is to feel good. I don’t feel terrible now, but I want to feel better.

Slap me!

If you see me walking down the street and in any way resemble a Bobble head, please, just slap me!

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