So, I've been going to the gym now 3 days per week. I'm meeting with Adam, my personal trainer, 2 to 3 times per week. Things are looking good. Amazingly, my arches are already starting to not hurt so much. It must have something to do with all those ligaments getting loosened up by all the exercise that I'm doing because we're really not doing anything that should directly impact my plantar fascia (the connective tissue in the arch of one's foot).
I feel like such an uncoordinated dork, though, during our training sessions. He'll tell me to walk and lift my leg up high. His goes up, perpendicular to his body (which is kind of hot, I daresay); mine comes up somewhere around 45°! I want my leg to go up that high too (hey! I have my reasons!)
What is really weird is that I'm looking forward to working out now. Last year, I always dreaded going. I mean, afterward, I was always glad that I went, and I felt good, but I still had to make myself go. This time around, I can't wait until my workout days. I almost want to show up on in-between days, but I'm trying to resist that urge because I know that eventually I'm going to hit a plateau, and I need to be able to intensify my workouts (more frequency or longer duration). And if I do that too soon, I feel I won't have anywhere to go when that plateau hits.
For the first time in a long time, I can dare to dream that one day, I could be thin again. Maybe one day, my back and feet won't hurt anymore.
I will close this one with this week's little triumphs. I got back into a size 38 bra, and I put on a pair of capris that I bought at the beginning of this year only to find that they were too small. I never took them back because the store didn't have a larger size. Now they fit, and I don't mean just barely! They fit perfectly with room to be comfortable.
I cannot wait until Monday! I go to Weight Watchers for my weigh-in, and I'll meet with my trainer again later that afternoon. It will also be my 12 week mark and time to take my measurements again.
