Time for a new me

We just like Jay I failed miserably at my goals that I set and now I have to do something about it. I have a great opportunity to become a police officer and all I have to do is pass the power test. The only problem has been that I never was able to motivate myself to do it. Now is a little different because I have failed it 3 times before and I will not do it again. I also got really motivated when my boss sat me down and told me how much they want me on the department. And the last thing is that my partner has told me that he will help me train for the test. And that is super important because I think that might of been one of the reasons I have failed in the past was because I had no one to train with. Well I have to do this. I need to do this for me and for everyone else. I need to do something with my life and I need to become a healthier and fitter me. I will keep ya'll updated.

Uhm, just a sec. I need to go throw up.

My first full workout with Ben the trainer was today. Needless to say he kicked my ass, and I deserved it for being a lazy piece of crap for the last oh... 7 years.

He strapped me up with a heart monitor and it was time to go! We started out with a little cardio, that was cool, no major complaints. Then the torture started. We hit the arm bike, 30 forward then 30 backward then fast to the stationary bike for a minute then fast back to the arm bike, 4x. I got up after the last set and when I saw myself in the mirror, I honestly couldn't remember the last time I was that sweaty. Then pull ups and push ups and step things and some ball on the ground and leg ups and swinging a giant metal ball then...

Me: Uhm Ben I need a sec.
Ben: Come on keep moving your doing fine.
Me: Uhm, just a sec. I need to go throw up.

5 minutes later...

Ben: Did you throw up?
Me: Yeah, I feel better now.
Ben: *High Five* Yes! That's my second this year!
Me: This is gonna fun.
Ben: Yes!

Well, now it was time to cycle through all the exercises again. I made it through to the end and it was time to throw up again. Man I am amazingly out of shape. This time though I couldn't keep going I was getting dizzy and my workout was pretty much done anyway. I threw up one more time for the trifecta and went to talk it out with Ben. He took my heart monitor and got really excited because, well first because he made me puke three times, but second because I burned 834 calories. I got excited because this weeks torture session was over.