I went to the gym this morning at around 9:30am and attended a step aerobics class--very demanding. I'll get the hang of it--I just have to get used to the routines because they basically stay the same each time you go to the class. Anyway, I did my hour of exercise and then went home. I came back at 1pm because I had to meet with a specialist (aka trainer) and talk about what goals I want to set for myself. He then took measurements and that's when I got depressed. I knew I gained some weight, but never did I think my fat percentage was that high! I know I need to change stuff in my lifestyle when it comes to food and exercise, but why do I need to be told that by someone that I hardly even know? It just seems so cruel. I would've rather heard it from a doctor--ya know, someone with a medical degree? Ugh...I almost felt like crying right then and there. Why do I even have to answer to a perfect stranger? I joined the gym because I already knew I needed to make a change. I've never had measurements like that taken for me and I guess that's a good thing, but still...where's the doctor instead of having someone else poke and prod at me? I feel like they've all got their eyes on me. I felt like I was the only one in that gym that they were focusing on...it's not a fun feeling.
Kyle and I are supposedly going to the gym tonight after dinner. Oh, and I had to make another appointment with this guy for Wednesday so that he can show me some resistance training stuff. That better be the last session. I want to take my success into my own hands by going to 3 classes a week with a little weight-lifting on the side. I don't want to have to check in with someone except myself.
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