Body For Life

I've never liked exercising. I don't like feeling sore or like I'm going to puke. Plus, I've never really known what I was doing. Well, a few months ago Landon and I went on a cruise (Russia, Estonia, Sweden) and just for fun we took a body composition test. Well, it wasn't fun. Not even one bit. I was shocked and dismayed at the results. When the trainer reported that I needed to gain a lot of muscle by lifting heavy weights and that "hopefully" I would be able to do this so that I didn't become a shaky old grandma, I was a bit stunned.

I was also almost brought to tears by the percentage of body fat that I had. I knew I had a few pounds of baby weight to loose, but the percentage was seriously unexpected. (Please don't ask, because I just won't tell you. Not on this blog.) You see, most of my life I was seriously underweight. People even asked me if I was anorexic. (Very rude by the way--and if I had been, did they really think I'd say yes?) I was very proud of myself when I finally became a normal size at twenty-five.

Here I am now, on a twelve-week exercise/nutrition plan. I've done it for five weeks now. I really love the food and working out hasn't been bad. I have a lot more energy and I feel pretty good. The only problem is I don't think I am pushing myself hard enough. My goal is to gain 7+ lbs of muscle and get down to 15% body fat. I hope that by publishing this post, I'll be more motivated to push myself harder and make every workout really count.

Wish me luck.