I saw my triceps today

in the mirror, while I was doing my tricep exercises. :D

I have been good about going to my Monday/Wednesday workouts and working hard with my trainer. She works me harder than I would have thought to work myself, but I am getting better about pushing myself hard. However, I've been a bit hit or miss on going to the gym between PT sessions. So I am trying to get better about that. This week I went Thursday evening . I did my twenty minutes of cardio and my twenty minutes of abs and back. The big accomplishment? Besides going? LOL... I jogged. Actually picked up my feet and jogged. For five minutes of my treadmill work and I also did five minutes on the dreaded stairmaster. I was feeling pretty proud of myself Thursday night. Jogging is huge for me because I have got to improve my cardio health.

Then today I went in again, even though Corey stayed home to watch basketball. ME go to the gym and HIM stay home? Can you say Twilight Zone? This time I did TEN WHOLE MINUTES on the stairmaster. When I started this just over a month ago, I thought I would DIE the first time she put me on that thing for five minutes. It was the longest five minutes of my life on the 5 setting. Nowadays, 5 minutes on 5 is a workout, but it doesn't leave me gasping for air and trying desperately to keep up with the relentlessly rolling steps.

woohoo, I'm getting in shape! And here Corey thought we'd sign up for the gym and I'd never go. Okay, well, I do have a history of that. We belonged to a gym when we first got married, and I hated going....rarely went. The gym intimidated me, even though he had shown me how to work the machines and all. And let's face it, I can be pretty darn lazy. But this time around, I am motivated to get my act together and my weight down...and the personal training is an incentive. I can't just blow off those appointments. And she is getting me more and more familiar with the equipment and the gym doesn't intimidate me like it did.

And I distinctly saw my triceps today in the mirror. Having toned upper arms is one of my main workout goals. Sleeveless shirts are the only way to go in Texas in August.

Corey now calls me the incredible shrinking wif. (and it is wif, not wife)

I told him that it would only be incredible if I made it down to a size 8 again, in which case we are taking a mighty fine trip to somewhere that involves a bikini. I'm happy with size 10. Boy, am I happy with it. I did a huge happy dance a month or so ago when I realized I need a size 10. But a size 8? Well, I'll just focus on little milestones, like the fact that I saw my triceps today, and try not to dream TOO big....or small, as the case may be.