This is what I feel like most days. No, I’m not quite this overweight, but am getting there. Today I started my day with a personal trainer at the local gym. I have two more appointments next week with her, too, and after that I’m counting on the support of my daughter and my daughter-in-law-2b to help get my fat ass out of bed and into the gym at least three times a week. That’s my goal.
I want to lose weight. I want to tone. I want to be healthier so the next time I see the doctor they aren’t telling me the only alternative they see is going on insulin. This is my last chance. Keep your fingers crossed, ‘kay?
Oh… and as a reward? If I reach my goals, then I’m going to take those piano lessons.