My journey begins 1 January 2013!

I sat at my pc that afternoon feeling blegh. The entire holiday had been day after day eat, sleep, eat, tv, eat.... I had had enough. I googled. Stumbled upon a personal trainer I had seen and wanted to go to for ages. Sent the email immediately.

"This seems like such a cliché to be enquiring about a personal trainer first thing in the new year, but I’m desperate for help. I can’t carry on like I am. All I want to do is eat and sleep. Would you kindly send me your rates and any other info I need to make a decision to hop onto your wagon."

She replied a few hours later "As the say.. Start the new year with a bang and clearly by contacting me today u mean business.So.. Monday the 7th.. How about we book you in for a free consultation and let's do it!!"

I needed that quick reply and quick setup of appointment, I cannot be left to think too long.

Did the meet, loved the studio, could see she meant business and my first session began 8 January. I cried. It was so intense and so painful, I was so much more unfit than I thought. I mean I started running in 2011 here and there, I thought I was ok, but apparently not. I continued to cry and huff and swear and dread that studio for 2 weeks. But I kept going. 

Told myself I would do it for 6 months and I wanted to lose 10-12kg. Making a commitment financially and setting up appointments for the whole month in advance helped a lot to have no excuses. I got stronger faster than I thought I would and started enjoying going. 

The trainer is a real sgt major and will slap you on ass or stand right next to you and shout at top of voice, so for a person like me who answers to no one it was very difficult. At one point I wanted to quit. I felt like I wasn't given enough personal attention and that just came by to shout at me, always at the point where I desperately needed to take a breath. 

So I had "words" with her and sorted out the uncomfortable feelings and since then have been training real nice. 

I did so much better than I thought that I pushed forward my deadline. This whole body transformation thing was surrounded by my dream to have breast augmentation surgery. And through this intense training I finally felt ready to decide that this is the year. 

May 10 I went in for the surgery. It was really scary. The recovery has been frustrating, to feel that you can do stuff but shouldn't. I definitely felt stronger especially my legs. I believe the training definitely benefited my recovery. 

If it wasn't for a bad case of flu I would have been back at training much sooner. But 11 June, exactly a month, I stepped back into that studio and had a killer session. 

It's back to almost square one with regards to eating. Desserts, snacks, choccies and sweeties is my downfall. And not having had my emotional outlet at training has increased my desperation for all things devilish. 

So the journey continues.....but this time I have backup. My dear friend is going to hold my hand through a Reboot challenge.  She does amazing with just her own willpower, which I have zero of. 

So this is why I thought I would start this journal. Force myself to take a few minutes to re-evaluate my goals, dreams and wishes for a better me. Looking forward to seeing and comparing the results over the next few months!