Yup, you read that right. I totally work out now.
Or more like I joined a gym and am trying not to die from sore muscles. Seriously, I could barely move last week and my legs hurt so bad that Dan couldn't even touch them without me wincing. Ouch.
You may be wondering what the heck I'm thinking, joining a gym and all, but it has actually been on my mind for a long time now (like, over a year). So last Monday, I got my butt out the door and signed up.
You hear that? I am an amazing, strong woman. BOOYA!
I've now gone a total of 4 times already and am feeling motivated to keep it up. I'm sore and a little overwhelmed by it all, but I'm feeling good and proud of myself for making such an awesome decision towards my health. This step is part of a whole project I've been working on and will be sharing with you later this week.
Since it seemed like the thing to do, I took some before pictures of myself this past weekend. My goal in joining the gym is to feel better, both health-wise and self love wise. If that makes sense. I also would love to gain some muscle and consequently some weight. And I want to look awesome.
So there you have it, my crazy revelation of the day. Now excuse me as I go lie on the couch and die.