OH. MY. Goodness. *pant pant*

So today I was beat into a sad pile of wilted, sore, fleshy mush. Almost literally. I went back to personal training after more than a two and a half month break. I have a new trainer, who I actually like, but I was so out of shape that it left me breathless, dizzy and dang near passing out.

TRES EMBARRASSING!

First off, I was worried the trainer would look kinda like this ---> but she actually is very normal looking and has really muscular legs. She wasn't as young as some of the others (25). So far, so good. (I say this because I previously had a young guy trainer (20) who I liked as a person, but not otherwise. Sweet kid, but wasn't consistent and seemed to lack some knowledge.)

I felt fine for the first half of things and then started slowly to feel light headed. I get light headed in my day to day life (not sure why yet, thinking its an inner ear something because BP and sugar issues have been ruled out), so this was nothing out of the ordinary. A little closer to the end, I told her how I felt and we took longer breaks but pressed on. I'm stubborn too and was determined to get through it.

Then the last set of ab exercises came. I had to hold my now leaden legs up and balance on my tailbone/butt doing medicine ball twists. I know I'm not using technical names, but I am still panting here. Gimme a break. :) This last move took every last ounce of effort I had in me and I told her before I started it that I might not finish. But of course, I pushed forward. I stopped right before it was over and she made me finish.

Done. THANK GOODNESS. Whoa. Things really start spinning. Oh snap!

I sat for a while and then nausea started. CRAP. I excused myself and went to the bathroom. Spinning spinning by the toilet. I realize too late that I'm not going to puke. I'm going to pass out. SHIT. SHIT. SHIT!

I walked as fast as I could as the room went ...black. I grabbed the door before going down and fell beside it. I think I lost a few seconds there, but was back soon thereafter. The door opened and I crawled outside and across the small hall into the kid room where my kid was busy playing with a worker and a few other kids.

"Mama!!! Look!!! These are all my friends!" Hugs and kisses follow as I lay there, room spinning and feeling extremely out of it. The trainer had been there from the tail end of the bathroom thing when I was coming back to the land of the living and had said a few things and was sitting next to me again by this time. She brought a glucose pill for me to chew on. Yum. Orangey.

We proceed to talk while I come to. She is a nice gal. Young, but I like her better than my previous trainer. I also learn she used to be my size! Woah. She's now a size four. HUH? WTF? She swears she can get me to size eight. I laughed. Hard. Out loud. Feeling much better now.

Before you go thinking that I didn't eat anything, I had a meal replacement bar en route to the gym. It was a south beach one, so it had carbs in it. I really thought I'd be okay! I have had a lot of dizzy work outs in the past (I have lots of dizzy days), but they *never* ended this way before! INSANE.

The past two days have been emotionally draining for a few reasons, though, so I am not surprised the physical draining followed. I had been away from working out with weights and I was running on fumes. Little sleep. Etc.

Mind and body connection. I swear its a very real thing!

I will be back on Tuesday and every Tuesday and Thursday after that. Hopefully I am back to where I was and then some in another month or so and it should happen without any more black outs! ;)

I'll be back to the gym tomorrow for cardio and I hope no one points and laughs!