So , here I sit, waiting patiently and a little trepidatiously (is that even a word?)  for my first exercise encounter with a personal trainer. I am kind of hopeful it will be like the first time I had a child...I had imagined something so horrible and horrendous (after hearing many women's horror birthing stories) when I had my first it wasn't as awful as I had imagined. The problem with it was the children which came after her;  I had true knowledge and still had fear but it was a little healthier. 

My PT is a wonderful gal...has checked in with me several times this week to see how things are going with eating healthy (NOT calling it a diet), and has been very encouraging concerning my successes. It isn't so much I fear her; I realize it is more I fear my body not being as strong as I want it to be but I'm am doing the healthy self talk of "Be patient, it will come with time." Yeah, I think my husband is correct when he says I over think everything. 

I've donned my "little" hot pink sports bra (cuz it's pretty and keeps things where they used to be/ well almost) and exercise gear . I'm ready to "feel the burn" ( I can hear my children in my head saying "Mom, don't ever say that again)! So wish me luck..or say a prayer...or just imagine me in down ward facing dog and giggle a little.