Suckage.

Today was my first weigh in for my 90 day challenge and I was actually excited for it. I have been so faithful about going to the gym and eating healthy that I seriously thought it was going to show on the scale. Well it didn't. I had gained two pounds and I am now in a terrible mood. So in the end I am really discouraged and feel like punching somebody in the face. Yeah I am in a mood. Time for me to go to bed.

#dedication

My homework every night from my trainer is to burn at least 700 calories a day at the gym. I can do whatever machines, weights, or classes as long as the calories add up. There are nights when I get off work and the last thing I want to do is go to the gym but I really am trying to put the effort in. Today at work I asked Diego if he wanted to go on a date with me tonight and after he said yes, I then informed him we would be going to the gym on our date. Tricky arent I?!? So I waited for him to get home from work and let him eat some dinner before I told him that we needed to get going so I could get my workout done before I was dead tired. His phone goes off as we are getting ready to go and I knew that it was about the jazz game. His coworker decided he didnt want the tickets so he asked Diego if he wanted to go. Well I was already in my workout mode and wasnt going to waste it so Diego went with a friend to the game and I got my muscle milk and headed to the gym.

Here is how our nights differed:

Diegos view of the game:

 My view of the game:

Saddest part of all this? Knowing I am going to have to be a gym rat for the rest of my life to try and get/be skinny. But shopping is way funner when you are skinny right?! Oh yeah, and being healthy is a plus too. : )

“It’s a lifestyle – train like there’s no finish line.”

Oh what have I done.

Wow. I am in for an ass kicking. Diego and I joined Lifetime Fitness about a month ago and it has seriously given me so much anxiety. This "gym" is like a miniature country club with all of its amenities. The first two weeks of working out I only saw one other fatty on the whole floor. Up until this last week I would hide in the corner of the gym and do my little workout hoping nobody even noticed me. I work out with a trainer once a week and he has helped expand my horizons to the other side of the gym where all the muscle men hang out. Oh and my trainer deseves a whole post to himself. He is amazing.

Anyways. This whole post is for me to write about what my dumb ass signed up for. A 90 day fitness challenge. Dumb. Dumb. Dumb. But I need to get my act together and I figure this is a good way to get the ball rolling. I actually am really excited for it and I hope I win. Tonight was the last night for people to sign up and so far there are 500 people competing. That's a lot of humans.

Today Jesse and I worked on my core (or lack there of) and I seriously wanted to vomit. And my homework for the week is doing my core exercises every night. Uhhhh. Every night I burn about 700 calories and now I get to add that?!? I sure do love spending almost 2 hours at the gym every night. But at least when I get home I sleep well.

Unless you puke, faint or die, keep going.
{Jillian Michaels}