Last week, my gym offered a free class on fitness and nutrition, and they were raffling off some personal training sessions. I’m a lucky girl on stuff like that, so I figured I’d go, maybe learn something, maybe get something for free. Well, honestly, I didn’t learn anything and I didn’t win, either. They did offer a discounted rate on their training, though, so I gave in to the marketing pressure and hired a personal trainer for twelve sessions. I’ve been working out for a couple of months now, and I’m just not feeling as fabulous as I did that first week or so. I think I’ve just been going through the motions without pushing myself. I met with my trainer today. She started with the measurements, and let me just say, OHMYGOSHDOIEVERNEEDTOGETMYBUTTINGEAR! The truth is humiliating!
Anyway, I’ll be sore tomorrow, I know. My plan is to go with two sessions a week with her, at least for the first few weeks. I may stretch it to once a week after a few gos if I want to make the twelve session last a bit longer.