Amature Hour

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!