Had a great workout this am. The trainer had some new things for me to do, things that looked really hard (and were), but normally, I wouldn't be willing to try them on my own. I couldn't look like a sissy in front of her though. I did it! And it actually wasn't so bad. They were hard, but not so hard I wouldn't have been able to do it without her. Goes to show you shouldn't be so damn scared to try new things. I never would have tried to do some dips (not me in the picture, but damn I'd take her abs any day, and I had my feet different probably in more of a beginner pose) without her encouragement, but they were awesome, and totally not so bad.
Also, all morning she kept asking me if everything was too heavy, and I was feeling like such a wuss. I told her I must just be weak this morning. She says...No, I increased all your weights today, we're moving you on up girl. I was so pumped. Hooray. I'm making progress. I felt so buff and stuff, even though I am still the same person, and I really struggled. It just felt good. Hooray. Now, after all that eating out yesterday, I HAVE to keep calories in check this weekend. Wish me luck!