Get Healthy: Tool Number 1

Last week I discussed my weight adventures. I wanted to touch on the tools I am using to try to become a healthier me, one that I like too!

First tool: The gym a.k.a the devil's home on earth.

This is something new for me to get into a routine to go to the gym. As a college student, I have a free gym membership to a GORGEOUS gym. This place has a pool, indoor racquet ball, rock climbing walls, in door track, and a weight room over looking the soccer field/ track. Since Vito can go too, this was been our friend this past 2 weeks. Last week we managed to make it there twice, this week it is 3 times. Pretty good don't you think?

My routine at the gym starts with this piece right here.

Guaranteed to make you sweat bullets. I'm up to 20mins on this baby. After the elliptical, I spend 30-40 mins doing weights focusing on abs, arms, and legs with Vito. He's like my trainer. I may or may not have referred to him as the devil himself a time or 2 or 32498. After that I head back to do more cardio for 10-20 mins either on the bike or treadmill,

After I'm done, I'm huffing and puffing and sweaty and smell gross. But at the end of the day, I feel better, I sleep better, and he is proud of me. So am I. Now in the morning when I wake up stiff and it hurts to walk, that is another story. 8)

"Everyday I fight a war against the mirror I can't take the person starin' back at me"

Title: Pink- "Don't Let Me Get Me"

Hate, such a strong word, but it fits exactly how I feel a

bout this contraption made by the one and only Devil himself.

I'm convinced no one but the devil would make such a torturous device. Now I've never been tiny and skinny or any of those body types that the world seems to glorify. I have curves, lots of them... too many of them. I've always been proud to never be a skinny mini but I could shake it like one. Haha.

(Please excuse horrible picture, I'm trying to motivate myself by posting this. Ugh, PUKE!)

I'm unhealthy when it comes down to it. I like food, a lot more than I like exercise. Not good for you food. Food that is covered in cheese or chocolate or salt or caramel. I'm unhappy with myself. I've gotten to the point where looking in the mirror, I do not like to see the reflection. I am not proud of what has happened to my body. Vito, that blessed man, tells me every day that I am beautiful. He loves my body and I despise it, quite a conundrum isn't it?

With the help of Vito, I'm attempting to lose weight again. It's hard, most days it sucks but it is what needs to be done. I'll get into the different ways I'm attempting it at a later date.

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