Ouch

I had my session with my trainer tonight. I have to do 4 kickboxing classes a week and then meet with her once a week for an hour for weights.

Ouuuuch.

I am in love with her though. She was supportive, encouraging – but tough. A small Filipino fireplug of a woman, and aweeeeesome. The hour flew by – because I was so focused at every second – and I think I sweated off 20 pounds. It was frickin’ HARD at points – but I made it thru. I’m going to get into unbelievable shape. I can feel it.

I also saw my husband again. Sadly, I was a red-faced sweaty maniac, so my charms were a bit dimmed. It’s also the first day of my period when, typically, I cannot button my jeans and I lie in the fetal position on my bed, heating pad on the abdomen, moaning as the cramps pulse through me, eating peanut butter directly from the jar with a spoon. I am a DELIGHTFUL creature on those days!! Simply irresistible. It’s only one day – I don’t have prolonged horrible periods like some of my friends – but I walked to the club, and felt the waves of the cramps and the bloat and all that stuff – and there was a part of me that wanted to reschedule unti the crisis moment passed. But I’m so glad I stuck it out. It helped that the Fireplug stood right by me, making me do another round, making sure I did it right.

I can feel it now. I’ll feel it even more tomorrow I imagine.

And Friday I’ll take my first kickboxing class.