Dave has decided he wants to be a personal trainer. We won’t discuss the fact that he thinks he doesn’t need a college education. I just won’t even talk about that part because I GET TOO MAD.
Anyhow, I’ve done nothing but gain weight since a) I have a significant other and b) I had my surgery in October and my foot isn’t even remotely better yet and c) oh yeah, I love sugar.
Recently, I just got told I can walk Taffy three times a week, never two days in a row. I can only go less than a mile and I can’t go in the woods. That is the extent of the exercise my foot gets.
In a moment of insanity, I thought that I could support my son and improve myself at the same time so I asked him to come up with an exercise plan for me. Tim joined the gym a while ago and he is allowed to bring a guest so maybe if I go with him, he will start going too.
I detest the gym. I detest exercise. I really, really, really do. But Dave immediately got into it and planned my routine. We are going to video him doing the exercises because I know I won’t remember how to use the equipment. When I asked him what to blog about today, he told me to blog about this so I guess he’s into it.
Lord help me. I’m not sure when we will start, but I really need to do something. Maybe this plan will be good for all of us in different ways. If you are someone that prays, now is the time to start. I mean pray with all your might because this goes against every molecule in my body.
This is one area where the apple falls far, far from the tree. Look at how ripped this kid is!