WHAT IS GOING ON ? #2

Hi. Me again. So what IS going on?

Well. On Tuesday I started working out. Yes, yes... I've worked out before BUT NOT LIKE THIS. Let me explain:

It all started with.... NEW YEAR, NEW ME. NEW YEARS RESOLUTION, here W.I.G.O.

OOOH IM GOING TO GET MY SUMMER BODY. blah blah blah.

Like the basic b*tch I am. So I wanted to try something new and exiting. Got my nutritionist appointment and a personal trainer. FEELLING FANCY.

Tuesday comes around and I'm all pumped up. Got my gym clothes, blood is pumping, music is playing, you get it. The trainer shows up and does a little background check to see how athletic I am. Little does he know, I'm as athletic as a couch cushion. I go on to tell him all the workouts I HAVE done, not what I'm currently doing, because CURRENTLY... I was living up to the whole couch cushion simile.

I think he got the wrong idea of me. HE WENT FOR THE KILL. Two days have gone by and I can't sit, stand, walk, breath, hear, look.... well... you already got it by now that I'm dying. Not only that, I'm also on my F*CKING PERIOD or as I like to call it "SHARK WEEK".

I'm going to be training with him two days a week... GUESS WHAT TODAY IS? the second day of training. I really don't know how I'm going to do this. I just cried to my husband about it. But I don't want to quit like any other basic bitch would do after starting any new years resolution. SOOOOOO now IM GOING FOR THE KILL. Wish me luck.

Here W.I.G.O.