When I went to the doctor last month, I discovered that I currently weigh the most that I ever have. I was scared to find that I had reached that weight that in my head I had always considered meant that I was obese. I knew my clothes were all tight, but I hadn't realized that my weight had gone up that much. I don't own a scale, so the last time I'd weighed myself had been over a year before at the doctor's.
Also, my cholesteral was high when I got my bloodwork back. My Triglyceroids (sp?) were nearly double what they should be. Guess I'll have to go on a diet ::cringe:: too. (I loathe the D word.)
I've been saying I was going to join a gym for close to a year now, looks like I finally found my incentive.
I went back on Wednesday for my first real workout and despite being totally out of breath, was very glad that I'd gone. The women were very supportive when I mentioned that it was my first real workout and subtly showed me what to do if I looked confused by one of the machines. My schedule will hopefully be: Tuesday-Thursday-Saturday. I couln't go Thursday this week because we had a job fair in town and I knew I'd be too tired to go. Since this is Saturday, I'm actually heading over there momentarily. I didn't want to go on an empty stomach, but also had needed to let my oatmeal digest a bit first.