Where Oh Where Have My Biceps Gone?

Remember back here when I had to get all serious about my fitness because I wanted to increase my chances of getting pregnant and then living long enough to see my child become the first female president?  Man, I was so into working out and eating healthy back then that I amazed myself.  I had triceps and biceps and my legs were all strong and I felt like She-Ra after every workout.  What happened?

As of today later this afternoon, I'm back on the wagon.  I looked at the wagon last week.  I only went out to eat once when I went to dinner with a friend this weekend and the rest of the time I managed to eat pretty well.  I probably overdosed on Diet Coke to take the pain away but I'm okay with that.  In exactly one hour, I am meeting with a personal trainer.  I'm gonna be honest.  I hate this gym, but it's close to where I'm living.  I just don't understand why there are 300 people in there at any given time of day.  I don't want to smell the sweat of 300 people.  I just don't.  I'm excited about the training, however.

I've already pretty much cut all alcohol out of my diet for the past few months with the exception of my going away party and the occasional glass of wine.  Alcohol should not be an issue at all.  The problem is going to be getting up before 5:00 am to do early morning workouts.  I really do miss my muscles.  I wish they'd write or text or facebook me once in a while to let me know how they are doing.  When I find them again, I'm going to tag them in photos so they can always find their way home.  Maybe if I treat them better this time, they will stick around longer.  We'll go to counseling, I swear.

So wish me luck today.  Not so much on the working out but mostly for not letting my trainer pick up on the fact that I had Del Taco for lunch today.