Omar was right.

I am very angry with him today, just like he predicted I'd be. My thighs feel like they've been beaten to a pulp with a meat tenderizer. You know those mallet-looking things that have the little spikes on the sides? Yes, that's what my thigh muscles feel like right now.

I keep telling myself this is for my health.

Kim.............this is for your health.

One, two, three, four -- stop it, I can't take no more!

Okay, so I really should not be complaining about this but I can't help it. I recently signed on with a personal trainer at the gym I just joined. (Sidebar: For the past 4 years I have floundered around the same weight, and while I have lost about 20ish pounds since I started actually trying to lose weight, it's not good enough for me. I finally admitted to myself that I need someone to push me so I work harder, hence the personal trainer. Did I mention he is fine? Oh, well... yeah. He is.)

Sooo, back to the story. Tonight was my first "real" session with the trainer. Let's call him Omar. At our last session he was just trying to assess where I am physically (which I can confidently say is NOT very advanced), and today he actually had me do some exercises. Here is a brief recount of our initial conversation (Lynne was witness to this so she can back me up):

Omar (still with another client because I'm early): Hey, Kim, whassup?
Me: Heeeeeey!
Omar (looking at clock): Well while you're waiting for me, I'm gonna have you go get on the elliptical and warm up. I want you to be glistening for me when you're done.
Me: Glistening?! (giddy girlish laughter) Okay, for how long?
Omar (looking at clock again): Until I come get you, around 6:30.
Me: Okaaaaay!
Omar: You did it again, Kim. You did it again. (referring to me rolling my eyes which is something he pointed out at our last session, something I don't even realize I am doing)
Me: I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was doing it! Sorry! (more girlish giggling)
Lynne looks at me and is amused by this exchange, and we go up to the cardio area.

So fast-forward to the workout. Omar has decided today we'll work on my legs. Which means, 15 reps of step-ups, 15 reps of squats, and 30 seconds of wall squatting. 2 sets each. After the first set I thought my legs were going to spontaneously combust, they were so on fire. So I'm standing there two-stepping back & forth trying to get some of the tightness and hotness out of my thighs, and here is the conversation:

Omar: Do you have to go to the bathroom or something?
Me: No, I'm trying to get some of the tightness out of my legs. They hurt so bad!
Omar: Are they really tight? (he is visibly concerned)
Me: They're tight but it's not like I'm going to start cramping or anything.
Omar: Okay, then let's go! Next set! Come on!
I groan in agony and power through the second set of step-ups.

After that's done, we move into the second set of squats. I am almost ready to cry but I'm a soldier; I can handle a little pain. It is at this point I realize how hard-core Omar is. If I didn't squat down enough, he'd bark, "Lower! Go lower next time!" or "That one didn't count, do it again!" I'm thinking to myself, Oh God... what have I gotten myself into?

Overall, my thighs still feel like mush and they're already aching even though I spent a good 30 minutes soaking when I got home. I can use this blog to complain if I need to but I'm glad I'm doing this. I feel like it's one step closer to the me I want to be in a year's time. I really want to get serious about my health & nutrition; Omar is definitely going to help me get there.

So wish me luck everybody! And if you're sitting around on a Wednesday night at 6:30 and you think of me, be sure to send out some healing and positive vibes, because I need all the help I can get!

Once more, with feeling...

There is something glorious about your first real non-Myspace blog post. It's as if you've been given license to share with the world (literally) any and every thing on your mind at that very moment. Which is what I intend to do with this post. So, sit back, relax and enjoy Kim's Random Thoughts of the Day:

1. It is really humid outside. My hair turned into a frizz ball just walking to my car tonight.
2. My personal trainer is one good-lookin' man.
3. I am taking a trip soon and I am very excited about it!
4. Why do people from NY always move to FL?
5. How did J and N find Lynne?
6. My great-great grandparents had thirteen children. That's a lot of baby-makin' right there.
7. Freelance work is keeping me busier than I'd planned, but I like it.
8. This gum I'm chewing has lost its flavor. I want to spit it out.
9. My new word for angry is MODERATING. As in, "I'm MODERATING right now." (That was for the DPI folks)
10. Okay, one more from the vault: "If you laid on the ground covered in cake frosting I wonder how long it would take for ants to come?"

That was pretty lame. But whatever, I'm exhausted so you get what you get. Until next time...

In the beginning...

I just started this blog because my friend Lynne started one and I refuse to be left out of this kind of party. Public broadcasting of your innermost thoughts and feelings? What?? Bring it ON! Count me IN! Count ME in! COUNT me in! (Lynne, that was for you.)

Life is so interesting. I try very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very hard to be a good person. Really, I do. But you know... there are some people in this world who make it SO DIFFICULT to be good! And I'm not just talking about the a-holes here. I'm talking about people who are so good, they're bad for you. IfyaknowwhatImean. And I think you do. (More on that later).

Okay... I gotta go because I actually have some work to do. Challah back!!