Where was I? I can’t remember. So here’s what’s been going on…

My wonderful Jimbo recently gifted me personal training sessions and my first was on Monday. I can’t tell you how nervous I was. I only had one prerequisite for a personal trainer – they have to be nice. She is, thank goodness.

She’s not easy, though. Not that I’m looking for easy. I don’t mind kicking my ass. My real problem is motivation. And if Jimbo’s plunking down his hard-earned cash and I have an appointment, that’s certainly motivation enough for me. More than say, fitting into my wedding dress.

Yesterday and today my arms were sore, but a good sore to let me know I’m doing good. I’m just back from my 2nd session and we did legs. I found out that my quads are weak, but my thighs and calves can hold their own. And I have very good form while doing crunches. I have to tell you, the hour goes by so quickly.

I can feel good about going to Weight Watcher’s tonight, now. I don’t give a rat’s arse if I gain. I know I’m kicking ash.

In other news, I found out that my former dog (he lived with my ex-boyfriend for the pas six years) passed away last night. So sad. Here’s a picture of him and I from back in the day. He is the reason that I love dogs.