Oh Jesus.
I think I told my new trainer that it has been two years since I've trained. As I type this, I realize it may be closer to three.
I understand how important my diet is to my training. And while I was resistant to having my meal plan with Yeager, I understood completely why it was necessary and followed the rules on a very loose level.
Today, I realized after I was in the process of passing out stage for a good 15 minutes, that I only had some chicken for the entire day. That's it. Nice one, Dick. I looked like a complete ass when I met with my new trainer and almost passed the fuck out.
WORSE??? Walking back to my apartment, I had to stop as my mouth was doing that watering thing. You know, like before you puke???? Yeah......soooo umm.....coming off of five days of travel, a two day migraine and an improper diet brings you to a fucking shitty impression with your new trainer.
Top priority is getting my shit together. Or as Yeager and I like to say, GYFST.
Ps- I don't want to fucking look like a celebrity. I want to look like me. Only, toner. With thinner legs and a bigger thigh gap. I want my abs back and my broad shoulders to be toned. I want to look amazing in shorts again.
Further more, I want my mind back. I want the stability of the endorphin's and the I can do anything attitude. I want to lift my weight and FINALLY DO A PULL UP.
I have bigger goals then looking like someone else so get your fucking stupid questions in order.
Other than that, I'm looking forward to being sore on Saturday. WHOOT WHOOT!
