I had a check up today, and even though I have lost a considerable amount of weight it’s not enough to get me off the meds. I’m bummed.

Dr. J is really awesome and he spends as much time as I need, I never feel rushed but today I wanted to run the hell out of there real quick like yo!
He told me what I didn’t want to hear, he said the worst 3 letter word...GYM, as in I have to go to one, diet changes are not going to be enough for me.
I can diet with the best of them, I just go through depriving myself for 21 days on that cleanse, but I do not want to exercise, I don’t like it, I hate it actually and I would rather have a daily root canal than to break a sweat...so I am screwed.
My health insurance is phenomenal and has a great discount to a gym about 3 minutes from my house, they are open from 5am OMG! until 7pm...so I bit the bullet and signed up, I also signed up for a rewards program the Insurance Co. offers, I will earn points every time I go to the gym to be tortured. The rewards? not as exciting as I first thought, all of the items you earn are workout related, gift cards to Academy, exercise balls and such.
That’s what I need, to GROW some balls and go to the freaking gym huh?

I’ve been looking at the gym website for a while now, I got as far as adding their number to my BB contacts, I chose a trainer from the profiles and I have her cell phone number also, I just can’t bring myself to call her...Ugh!
She’s from California of course, all blond and tiny...perfect figure, big energetic smile...your usual nightmare.
She looks like a very young Joan Lunden, so that will be her name.
That will be the name I curse in this blog, y’all know I’m going to bitch whine and moan like no other...and I really hope she kicks my ass, because that is what I need.