Really? Can I really?

Ok. So I am excited. I'm getting a personal trainer! How exciting. I hate feeling fat. It sucks that just a few months ago I was going to step class 3-5 times a week, and now I am getting out of breath carrying the groceries up three flights of stairs. I HAVE to get in shape or I could die..literally (at least early anyway). My parents both have cardiac issues. My mom has thyroid and knee problems on top of that. Even my sister is taking blood pressure medicine, and she's in her early 30's! I just hate looking at my wedding and honeymoon pics. I mean, they are absolutely irreplacable, and it makes me sick to look at my double chin in my boquet toss pic and my gut in my dress. In some of the pics I swear I look preggers. It looks like a shotgun wedding! I had to be SEWN in my dress by Lori's mom. How embarrassing! I can't wait until I can fit into my jeans from m y freshman year of college (only 5 years ago, mind you). I can't believe I went from being a 4/6 to a 12! It just sucks that I am in my early 20's, and I hate showing off my body. Bathing suit shopping? You can forget that. Fitted tops? Bye-bye to those too. I am just marking off the days until I can wear my clothes again (instead of having to buy new BIGGER ones!). Maybe when I'm 50 and had 10 kids I won't mind being 168 pounds , but, as for now, I'd rather be 135 again (that way my driver's liscense won't be lying...lol!). I'll keep everybody posted on my progress. I'll try to post all my starting information after my assessment and update it every week or two. Wish me luck!