Well...here I am...
...and I'm still kicking...slowly...cuz I'm sore!
I'm still working out with that evil man twice a week - he is kicking my ass...and laughs while he's doing it.
All in all, it's going well. I still do not like doing it, and while I actively dream of cancelling before every session, I'm starting to feel a little bit better after the session. During the session, I sometimes feel like I'm being tortured; other times, I want to push myself to be better, stronger, harder. While I would not push myself the way he pushes me, I definitely push through when I'm working out with Mr. Evil.
I still get pretty sore after the sessions, but it's not insurmountable or anything. I'm starting to feel that my balance is getting better and I'm starting to feel stronger. I would like to say that I can see a physical difference, but that is not the case. There's an awful lot of fat covering those beginning muscles.
Enough of the negativity - I'm doing a good thing here. Another good thing I'm going to do is go ahead and pay him for another 10 sessions.
I've been thinking about food lately - spurned on by conversations with Mr. Evil. He talks about what he eats - we do eat similar foods. But lawdy...the amounts are different. Even though it's good stuff, it's still too much of the good stuff and my body just can't sustain that.
I can see it in lots of ways. For example, it's not the fact that I order a medium instead of a large. However, I do feel like I'm accomplishing something when I don't order the largest. In reality, I should order the smallest because in almost all cases, it would be nutritionally sufficient. And while I almost always bring leftovers home when we eat out, I shouldn't be ordering so damn much food in the first place.
Overall, I've lost about 2 pounds in the last few weeks - since I started working out I've pretty much stopped weighing so often. While that's decent, I should be doing better.
When I smoked, I quit hundreds, if not thousands, of times. If I had not continued trying, I would still be smoking, but at some point it stuck - cold turkey no less.
It is similar with my weight. I've had some success, some failures, and something in between. I'll continue trying until the success is permanent. One day, I will conquer this fascination with food.
All in all, I think I'm moving forward in a positive direction.