. gird your loins .

well today wasn't as bad as i half expected it to be. i decided after talking with my trainer and thinking about my weight loss that i really wanted to start being healthier. choosing better foods and making good choices. so i decided, to quit diet coke. 

um what??!

*side note, i have quit soda once before. i did a challenge with my hubs and his mom. she was going to quit smoking, i was going to give up soda (i had a addiction to dr. pepper at the time) and my hubs was going to do p90x. i lasted 7 months. i was impressed with myself, i felt like i was going to die after about 2 weeks. puke. 

so.. with this little thought in mind, i started to kind of panic. how was i going to deal with the caffeine withdrawals the killer head splitting migraines and the constant feel of i am going to fall asleep at that exact point. blast this stupid goal setting. so, i just did it. today was day one. i did pretty well. i wasn't too tired, well more than normal. i didn't get a headache all day, i don't know what angel was hovering over that one. i actually felt good. i didn't feel like i weighed 400 pounds after a can. maybe, just maybe this won't be so bad. 

today was also trainer day. 

he took on a new 'client'. she is lame. we all work out in a group. you heard me a group. there are 5 of us girls who go together at once. the new 'client' won't come with group, i call her antisocial. my trainer just laughs. so since antisocial won't come with the group, she gets her own sparkly session and she wanted it right when we used to come.. 5:30. brat is what i should call her. so since i have to adjust for ms. brat, we come a half hour later. this half hour, is not a good thing, let me tell you. i get home from work around 5:15 and all i want to do is plop my bum on the couch and take a nap or something, which now i can do since i don't have to be there until 6. it makes me tired, unmotivated and just plain 'sassafras'. so, me post nap and unmotivated picked my spandexed self up off the couch and drove the 2 miles to the  gym and walked in late, by like 2 minutes. my trainer gave me 'tude. it was on. every time he mentioned an exercise i would either have a comment or a look for him. it actually was kind of fun. try it. but really don't try it, with a trainer. every 'sassafras' comment i made equaled more pain, either in reps or exercises. shoot me. so it just made me want to do it more. eat it. so after a painful hour we wrapped up. i was pooped and already sore, not a good sign for days to come. blast.

dinner tonight was fun. the hubs and i opted for breakfast for dinner. we had eggs and pancakes. homemade pancakes, all about the clean cooking. 

if i make it to tomorrow you will know. maybe.