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Still going...

I start with my personal trainer tonight. I'm looking forward to it. It's amazing how many people have an opinion about how I should be working out. It seems everyone I talk to offers up unsolicited advice on what I should be doing and how to do it. It will be refreshing to get the guidance of a professional once and for all.
Week three of my new fitness program started today. I worked out 6 days last week doing at least 40 minutes of cardio a day and 3 days of weights. Today, I did 60 minutes of cardio and I meet with the trainer tonight. Despite the pain I've had to endure (mostly due to my illness) I'm enjoying it and feel a great sense of accomplishment every time I go to workout. I've been told for years that exercise will improve my condition. I hate to say it, but I'm foolishly hoping for a miracle cure and every morning when I wake up in pain and feeling just as exhausted as I did the night before, I'm disappointed, but I drive on regardless - still hoping that when I'm stronger, I'll feel better. At the very least, I know I'll lose the weight and I'll probably look better than I have in years (fingers crossed). So, if my magical cure doesn't come, at least there will still be an achievement to be proud of.
My goal is to lose the weight by July. I'm hoping if I stick to my diet and exercise I'll finally get the result I've been looking to get to for the last 2 years. I'll never let the doctors put me on steroids again because I never want to gain so much weight unless the end result is a baby...
As far as my web training goes - I've been working on my photo gallery course so, hopefully by the end of the week, I'll post the new section of my site. I must admit that the web training has been falling by the wayside now that I'm going to the gym so much. It's been really tough to concentrate when I've been in so much pain. Hopefully, it will get easier soon and things will go back to normal.

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