I signed up with a trainer at LA Fitness. I went in for my free training session all set to say "No Thanks" to them when they offered me the training. But then the somewhat slow meathead and the BEYOND hot fitness guru offered me a deal. So I caved. I was totally worked over. I was pretty easy really. I am looking for something else to push me to finish what I have started. The workouts I have been doing have been great, but once you lose 100lbs things start to change. My body has gotten used to it and isn't responding as well as it could. So I have to shake it all up... and shake it all off.
I went into my first full training session on Saturday, hungover and already sore from my short tutorial with the infamous Doyle (he is infamous because he also hurt Allie on her first session)
So I knew I was in for a treat.
I walked in and met Jonathan. He was sitting down and at first I thought he looked like a little boy. Then he stood up. He is tall. He is tall and lean and all muscle. But it is great because he doesn't look like a meathead. Just super fit and super nice. I knew right away I would feel much more comfortable being myself with him, as opposed to the other guy who I tried to crack jokes to make him laugh. When working out with someone, I don't want to feel like I have to win them over. I would rather feel like it is okay to not be a superstar already, like I can curse and cry and shake and still complete my workout with a smile on my face. I am doing this for me and no one else, after all. So he was awesome! He did a lot of the workout with me, and the rest of the time made sure I had the right form. AND he is teaching me how to BOX!!!!!!! You all know how long I have been wanting to add boxing to my routine... well here it is! I am STOKED.
Both Jonathan and I knew I was going to be super sore after this workout. It was, after all, the hardest workout I have had in a LONG time. It was completely different from anything I have been doing in the last 2 years. And it was great. But... my body HURTS. OMG.
Everyone keeps saying "Yea, the GOOD hurt"... well I fucking HATE this phrase! "Hurt" is never good! It just fucking HURTS! The results are good-- no, no, they are GREAT-- but the hurt just fucking sucks. Every time I get up from my chair I make a grunting noise. Walking up the stairs today... HILARIOUS. Picking up my legs is an actual chore, I even have to use my arms to lift my legs to cross them while sitting in my chair.
To make up for the hurt I am feeling I decided to dress up a bit today. I do that a lot. If I am feeling like shit, I try and look good. I feel like it increases my mood and it puts up a front to people around me. It works. Seriously... next time you are feeling shitty- look cute. It might take you out of your slump.
So here I sit in my cute dress and leggings, with my "fuck me" blue pumps on and I am grunting every time I move. I love it. I do, really. I love that I feel like I am doing something again.
However, my eating didn't match my workout drive this weekend. When I got home all I wanted was FOOD. Between the hangover, the workout & being a girl I consumed way too many calories and moved very little (I couldn't, okay)
It'll only get easier though. And tonight I am going to push myself and go box a little and try to do some Zumba. I bought a package that I need to start using before then end of three months. Gotta get those classes in!!
So here I sit... albeit a little lopsided and sore... with a new workout routine and a drive to kick some serious ASS by the end of this month. I am ready to show that workout who is boss!
Wish me luck!!!
Love, LOVE & MORE LoVe!!!!
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