That's a stretch

In high school, I was the girl that did anything to get out of participating in PE class. I was winey and could care less how to play soccer or whatever other sport we were learning about. I'd prefer to spend my class time walking around the gym and gawk at the boys. (Hey, I'm being honest!)

In all fairness, while I had no interest in sports I had no problem doing my share of the work around our family farm. I was strong and fit without working at it. Then, I got a desk job. And another. AND another.
Now, ten years and two pregnancies later, I'm out of shape and over weight. And fed up with feeling weak and tired. It's not a "resolution", but I joined a gym. I met with a trainer and am learning how to work-out.

I'm not going to lie and say it is easy and that I feel great, because it wasn't and I don't. It was hard and I hurt like hell. I could hardly lift up Kaylee tonight! But I am motivated. I want change for me and my family. I want to feel good again. I want to be strong, inside and out.

So, tomorrow, I'm heading back to the gym. And I might whine about it but I'm not going to look for an excuse to not go and I promise not to gawk at any boys while I'm there!