A heavy subject.

So there I was yesterday morning, doing the supermodel dance in front of my mirror and feeling damn sexy.

You know what I am talking about...that little dance you do before you get dressed in the morning? I usually don my "unmentionables" and then do a few "I'm-being-photographed-for-a-cover" poses to get my day going. These poses are in just in case. Just in case I get the call from Maxim in regards to posing in a future issue.

A girl has got to be prepared, right?

I have been pretty good with my nutritional choices as of late and overall I was feeling pretty psyched about myself. I swore off dairy and red meat. I eat veggies by the pound. I cut my sugar intake way back. Overall, I felt much healthier and my body was starting to reflect that.

I say "felt" for a reason.

You see, I also joined a gym. And I know it might be a little premature but, well, I think I kind of heart the place. Ok, ok...it is not love just yet. But I definitely have a small crush on it. It is three levels of cardio, weight-training and yoga bliss. And I think that it could be a really meaningful relationship.

Part of the gym's perks is a free fitness evaluation and then two personal training sessions. My main goal right now is to get into the best shape possible. So of course I wanted to take them up on these free offers to help me. Why not? Maxim readers everywhere will appreciate their efforts later.

So yesterday I met Personal Trainer Bryant and one-by-one we went through the paces--flexibility, cardio fitness, weight, height, blood pressure, strength test, and then the dreaded "body composition" test. For those of you who can't read between the lines this equals your body being pinched with calipers to figure out what your body fat percentage is. I laughed through the tests.

Yeah, turns out I was WAY too cocky.

And...oh...my...God. I was definitely not prepared for the results.

Though I have made changes to my diet and have begun to be more active (I have never been unactive...I just scaled back a bit due to an injury) my results shocked the bejesus out of me. First of all, I gained weight. Never fun and also a little strange since people have actually been telling me I look like I lost weight. Then, my flexibility is only fair. My ballet and yoga teachers would be so disappointed. More than anything else, my body fat is 25%.

Yes, my friends...nearly a quarter of me is fat.

I find this unbelievably confusing. I mean, not to boast, but if you saw me right now you'd see how I am reasonably slim and wonder how it is possible, then, for a quarter of me to literally be fat. For a point of comparison, the healthy range of body fat percentage is about 19-25%. So I am not off the scales and not obese (Oh my...GOD! Am I really using that term?). But this is definitely a wake up call.

I had a bad injury in January and then went through PT for a few months. Because of it, I couldn't work out. I mean, I could barely walk. I also stressed about my move and my new job and, I realize now, turned to food for comfort. Well, all of that came to a head yesterday when I got those results.

I know I need to work out more. And I will. I guess I am just wondering how someone like me, who doesn't really drink, eats well and is moderately active has 25% body fat. It just boggles my mind. Still.

Of course, as soon as I left the gym I wanted to eat. I know...not the best solution but I actually was hungry. I didn't want to be the emotional eater, though, drowning my sorrows in a pint of Ben and Jerry's or eating a sleeve of oreos. I don't even buy those things anymore, so I can't really binge even if I wanted to. So there I sat, shoveling in steamed veggies and wasabi rice crackers, a little furious about the results.

I then promptly went to hip-hop, stopped feeling sorry for myself and sweated my ass off learning the new routine.

The game to become ripped? It's on.