Day Two and.....Surviving!

Good morning! 
Well, last night was an event, indeed. I got weighed and measured by April, my trainer. Needless to say, I stood on the scale backwards and wouldn't look as she took my measurements. Let's just say that I have an avoidance conflict. If I don't see it, it doesn't exist. It works for me!

Now, I have been an avid gym rat in my day. Actually, until I started working again, I maintained a reasonable gym schedule. However, since the major life change occurred, I maybe fit in two workouts on my home elliptical trainer. Consequently, these were about twenty minutes in length each and most likely did not even put a dent in the gourmet cupcakes I had eaten which inspired me to get on the darn thing in the first place! Therefore, the thought of the workout didn't really instill fear in me as much as inspiration. I really should have connected with fear, though. At one point, my trainer, April practically had me vomiting. I have done an interval or two in my life, but this little exercise had me to the point that I wanted to get off that machine and dump that bottle of water right over her head. (I never would really do that. I really love April, but we all have our moments!)

If the cardio wasn't enough, April next had me do a series of resistance training exercises. At one point, I was in a serious amount of hurt. As she lowered the weight to accommodate my pain, she made a "cute" little comment about the weight being rinky-dink or some similar descriptor. That's all I needed. I told her to crank it up and we'd see about rinky-dink! Let's just say that  after I managed to lift that weight my ego was patting me on the back but today, my muscles are slapping me in the face!

Just before we finished the weight-training, April said, "I have great news. We do abs next". My response? "Can you tell me exactly where the 'great news' part figures in here?"  I have to love her.

All kidding aside, April is wonderful. Throughout the hour she was pushing me along and encouraging me to get the job done. Her favorite phrase for the evening was, "Good girl!" For some of you, that might sound far too much like a compliment one gives their canine friend or young child. For me, it was affirmation that I can make this happen. As I plan today's food, I hear April's "Good girl!" every time I make a good choice. Thanks, April. "Good trainer!" xoxoxoxoxoxox