Marsha is my personal trainer. I can't afford to work out with her all that often because personal training is expensive. So I go through intervals, wait for a good special to roll around, and then I pounce.
She and I have this love-hate relationship. She loves to torture me, and I hate her every minute we're together. Today, was my first session I've had with her in a long time. So of course, she did measurements first thing. It didn't go well. I knew it wouldn't. I just finished my 1-2 week lull while I recovered from my tattoo treatment, then couple that with a trip to Arizona filled with Doritos, empenadas, membrillo, wedding cake, cookies and chocolate. Of course, it was going to be bad.
Well I found that after we weighed in, Marsha was upset with me because I gained back some weight and I found that I loved her for making me weigh in and come to terms with how bad my diet has been lately.
I know that I can work out all day long, but if my eating habits aren't as they should be, my works are all wasted efforts. So, when Marsha took me out onto the floor and BEAT me up, I took with a smile on my face.
Too bad, your sweat can't come out in the form of chocolate or something like that. Then I could see my hard work instantly instead of waiting a week or two for the difference to be reflected on the scale.
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This post was hilarious. I'm thinking I need a Marsha of my own. I just stopped at the CVS on my walk home to buy an ice cream Drumstick. Not my finest moment.
Ah personal trainers they are worst than priests making you feel bad for not going to church!
Don't worry Liz, I know you will get back on track.
Making you feel guilty is how they keep you feeling bad so that you can work harder.
LOL I've felt that way before, I also want to sweat the fat out :)
Marsha sounds like a tough cookie! I know that all trainers are tough! I'm proud of you for sticking with the program and taking the tough road! It will pay off!
I like how you are constantly engaged in good works! I mean it Lizzie...you are some kinda woman!
My personal trainer was GINGER. She looked just like Gin Miller of Step Reebok. I miss her. I never felt like I lost weight, but Jasmine's bus driver noticed my calves. She said, "Hey...do you work out?" I'm like. "yeah" She said, "I can tell... your CALVES are like ROCKS. Gerardo has always been jealous of my buff manly legs, but I've always been jealous of his skinny ones! Hahaha!!!!
As my husband tries to INSPIRE me he says..."IT's NOT what you eat that matters....It's what you DON"T eat. I'm like..."When you're PERFECT...then give me advice ok...?
KEEP GOING! You're doing good kid!
I've never really gotten the point of personal trainers. I don't need to pay someone to tell me I suck--I do that enough on my own.
I was the only one to show up at the Dojo where I workout yesterday. That meant individual attentions from Sensi Tony.
I cant move my arms today.
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