First week done !

I started my journey into weight loss, finally. Wednesday I met with my trainer at 7am for my first session. David is tall, dark, handsome AND french. At least I'll have something nice to look at while he puts me through my paces. It's been about two years since I did any sort of training/workout, and boy does time take a toll on a body. I told him to be kind ... I don't think he heard me.

About half way into the hour it started. The snap, crackle pop's. My body was pleading "UNCLE" ..."I give" ... "Lets go back to our warm bed". My personal-pay-by-the-hour-to-torture-lots-o-money-trainer was deaf to my body's screams. Eventually the screams stopped (I think my inner voice passed out) only to be followed by "1 ... 2 ... 3 ... 4 ... 5 more" and "good job" followed by "give me 10 more". Really ? 10 more? Is this even legal? I think I read a story once about a guy who was arrested for this exact thing. And to think I'm PAYING him for this service.

You know how the dentist asks you all kinds of questions while he has his fist in your mouth? Well ...

David - "Have you been to Paris?"

Me - "Yes ... I ... love ... Paris (HUFF WHEEZE) ... in ... the ... (PANT PANT) ... summer (GAG)"

David - "Have you been lately?"

Me - "No ... (HUFF HUFF HUFF) ... not ... since ... (WHEEEEEZE) ... "

Its just as annoying !

And by the way ... gyms have found a way to slow down time. The clock says 8:08 and 27 minutes later it says 8:10.

And another thing ... . why does all gym equipment look like Medieval torture devises? Shouldn't they be welcoming? Pretty? Equipped with a bar and TV?

I did work my way through the pain and came out the other side a better person. Or at least a sweatier person. I hit the showers and made my way to work. Around 1115a/1130a I realized I had been going non-stop since I left the gym. Wow, what a great natural high ! My entire day "buzzed" by. They say it's the endorphins. I say its my way of ignoring my inner voice begging me not to go back.

By the way ... I can't wait to see David again. I guess I'm just a gluten for punishment.

Midlife ?

At what age does a man have a midlife crisis ? 40? 45? 47? Midlife means the middle of life, right? I'm 47 so that means I'll live to 94? Or did I already have it and I miss it. Did it pass me by while I was watching my shows? That would suck. Where is my Corvette? My 26 year old boyfriend?

Do gay men have them later because they stay in shape longer then straight men? Boy, do I have some catching up to do.

Other then wanting to keep (recapture) my youth what else do I have to look forward to? A change in music taste? Dancing till all hours of the night with a gaggle of 20-somethings? Drinking vodka out of a shoe?

Didn't I do all that in my 20's?

Is that what I have to look forward to? I'm to old for that. Maybe I should be thankful it DID pass me by. Maybe I should just be happy I made it this far, unscathed. Well, relatively unscathed. Maybe I should just be focused on today and getting in shape for the 50 somethings. Because as we all know ... life is to short.

So Monday came and went ... and no work out. What can I say. I wasn't ready. BUT ... I do start on Wednesday. I prepaid my trainer, so I don't have a choice. Right?

So Monday is the big day ... I start with my personal trainer. Oh happy day. Why do I have butterfly's in my stomach ? So to get in the mood I have been really watching what I eat, no sugar and low carbs. Down from 205 to 200. It's a start.