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I had a date. Yep and yes, my partner knew all about it. He even drove me to it.
I had a date with a personal trainer. Why not. I am in the business of helping people lose weight and I have never been to a trainer myself. Seems like the thing to do. And do I did.
My trainer and I first sat down to talk about my goals (to continue to lose my now 15 pounds, maintain the weight I want to be, and be overall more in shape). Then he weighed me and did a bit of math. Basically, what he discovered is that I have a good metabolism and am a healthy eater (I wish my partner would stop telling people that I am more of a junk food alcoholic than he is – I love junk food, but I try to keep it out of the house). My body fat is high, though, somewhere around 37 percent. I need to get this number down at least ten points to be in a healthy range.
Then we set up a fitness plan that would fit my schedule. Two days a week (or three) I am to do circuit training and two or three times a week I am to work on cardio. He said this could include my power walks, biking (I have not been on a bike in 20 years), or the use of the cardio machines at the gym.
We then walked through my routine (15 reps at each station – 16 of them), tweaked weights and all that good stuff. I felt pretty darn good upon leaving.
Then it came time to actually do the routine. My partner, who has a similar routine, helped me along and was even a cheerleader. But OMG! I thought I was going to die. My shoulder hurt. My hip hurt. I was sick to my stomach and I could have slept the rest of the day.
Going back the next day to just do cardio work was a bit better, but I was still pretty exhausted when I was finally done (stationary bike, 30 minutes, 10 miles and at a low level). Pathetic, eh?
We took Saturday off and went back today. I now understand why people come to me for motivation for exercise. During the time off, I admit, I did self-hypnosis to help me continue.
Today I tested it out. I did not fight going to the gym and while there, I paid more attention to what my body was actually experiencing. Was it muscle fatigue or was it just my silly-self whining about doing some hard work (you guessed it, it was mostly the latter)? I ended up doing the whole circuit, pushing myself more than the first day, but I felt a while lot better afterwards. I was still tired, but not done for the day. And yes, I am a little sore, but not feeling particularly injured.
Plus, the scale read 142.5 this morning. That is the lowest yet.