I did something stupid. I booked an appointment with a personal trainer for tonight. And I'm not talking about the trainers you see at a gym, but an actual, personal trainer with their own training facility.
This is not the first professional I see as part of my daily life, of course. I regularly call a nutritionist to check if what I put into my body is something I want to put into my body.
I don't know what I expect from the trainer yet. The lazy bastard that I am, I'm hoping he can kick my ass hard enough to make me start exercising. I'm, after all, not the youngest person anymore, considering that I am turning 30 in exactly six months.
If I don't blog or tweet tomorrow, I died of exhaustion.