Disaster

So I went to visit my doctor this week. I went a little late, I guess I should have gone before I started working out. There I was weighed. Ouch. Part of me doesn't want to admit the number here because it is large and offensive, but since is about the truth and the whole truth I'll do it. 230. That number is astounding to me. Part of me knew this because I kept getting weighed since the baby and it's been consistently creeping upward. But still. Not only do I have waaaay more work to do than I thought, I'm beginning to think that I might not reach my goal weight this year. Or maybe ever. This makes me quite sad. On the upside my doctor assured me that I will not fall over dead of a heart attack which is good since I imagined myself spilling off the treadmill and dying legs up housefly style. My trainer is unfazed and reasserted his suggestion that I do cardio three days a week in addition to the two days I see him. So, being the proative girl I am, I went to LA Fitness and got a membership. Nothing against LA Fitness but I felt like I was being sold a car and came away feeling sort of dirty. Despite telling them over and over than I already had a trainer and just wanted to use them for their cardio machines they attempted to sell me every sort of service they had. Kinda gross. But regardless I'll go use their machines and pool (once I can stand to have anyone see me in a bathing suit). Training with Jake is still tough, but I'm starting to feel better. I just had one day where I had a hard time getting out of bed due to the intense pain in my legs, arms, back, neck, back, and boobs-I don't recalling doing boob lifts but whatever. This fun little foray into getting in shape is turning into a full time job. More to come, Jake is going to evaluate my diet. I'm going to assume my days of eating Toaster Strudel are over.....