Working out at the gym

Last night I worked out for the first time in months and months. It's true, I've fallen terribly out of shape!

After signing up at Gold's Gym, they have a policy where they give you a tour, a physical, and a session with a trainer. Naturally, I didn't want any of this. I understand why they do this, but it's not like I've never been in a gym before. Yet, I went along with it (reluctantly and complaining as well). During the process, my poor roommate went along with me to bridge the language gap, I think he was actually entertained by my complaining.

The first step was a quick tour. Ok, this is where that is, and this is where you do this. Great. Next, came the quick physical. I'm ___cm's tall, I weigh ___kg's, my arms and chest are __cm and __cm (I leave it blank because I can't remember, which is probably a derivative of the fact that I couldn't relate to what those meaurements mean). Then I step on the body fat scale. Finally, something I can relate to, a percentage.

This, of course, is after I tell my roommate of the great days of my youth when I was only 4.5% body fat at Regis...oh, the good ole' days...Bam! 11%! What! Holy Bill of Rights Batman, I'm flabby!

So this joke physical test all of a sudden became a real mission for me: get my out-of-shape body back into acceptable form.

My goal: 10lbs (maybe 2.5kgs?) and down to 7% body fat in the next 4 months.

PS. I won't have any blog updates for the next two days, going on a quick trip to Central Peru. Hopefully I'll have some good reflections and pictures to share!