So I started back with my amazing personal trainer from a couple of years ago, Amanda. We make a fabulous team- she pushes me but is like a teammate not a drill sergeant.
So anyway, I have been trying (and failing) to lose weight on my own for about 16 months. Due to some upcoming life events, Sam thought it would be nice to get me a personal trainer. I think he was envisioning that I'd work out once a week with a trainer at our gym, but I had other plans. I immediately texted Amanda and told her it was time to whip me back into shape.
These days (and actually, I think back when we were first training too) Amanda is doing online training via FitOrbit. So I signed up. I got online and I filled out the surveys and I submitted my credit card. Woohoo! So as of June 1, 2013 I am back on my health kick and fitness plan.
Let me tell you, it has not been easy. Today for example, I was incredibly hungry. Just ravenous. Probably because I had a breakfast backfire where my intended meal was just not going to cut it. So I tried to hold out until lunch but I ended up eating my lunch around 11, dozing off around 1, and having second lunch around 2. Oops.
Good thing my workout tonight was INTENSE! I did 30 minutes of Sculpt Cycle weights, walked Hunter for 40 minutes, and then hit up my new favorite Spin Class (Tuesday nights at LA Fitness with Jen). Exhausted is an understatement. I mean seriously. I can barely move.
My arms are still sore from the insane "Just Push" arm circuit I did on Saturday morning. Now I have legs like lead from my workouts yesterday and today. I don't even know how I am going to take Hunter down for his before-bed potty walk. I could have easily gone to soak in the jacuzzi for a while this evening... but I didn't have enough time.
Thankfully tomorrow is a pyramid swim set so I should have some chance of stretching out my arms and legs and doing some lengthening after all this tightening. And since I'll already be down in the pool with my suit on I definitely foresee some soaking time so that my achy muscles can recover a bit.
Eye on the prize, kid. Eye on the prize.
Keep those eyes glued to the prize. All focus girl!
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