Being Personally Trained

Hi all,

Well I know its been an age since last writing but its taken me that long to get my first appointment in with the Personal Trainer (PT from now on).

I was all kitted out in my 'athletic attire', looking as far from an athlete as you could possibly get, and so 5.40pm yesterday I drove off to the gym, really nervous, not to mention jealous that I cooked fish & chips for the boys and I had to settle for a cereal bar and a yogurt.  I was a little early (as I always am). 

The gym was quiet which was good, although there were a few freaks (sorry but you are if you're that fit), running a marathon on the treadmills, and I wasn't how shall we say the most weightily challenged there so I didn't fell too bad.  Although the mirrors in that place are like something out of a circus hall of mirrors, what I mean is either my mirrors at home are completely wrong or I am that short and fat and wobbly.  Maybe its their ruse to make you look worse than you are so you work out more, well after one glimpse it worked for me.

5.50 enter PT stage right (well actually I entered her office), and low and behold she's really nice, which doesn't bode well for me disliking her for hurting me.  First was the questionnaire - Why do you want to do this.....err self explanatory look at the state of me. What are my goals.....err again lose weight, lose inches and get fit....right ?  Then it was onto the blood pressure machine, now being nervous I knew it was going to be high, and it was 134 / 83 which puts me in the 'poor' heart health category.  So with this in mind I'm going to the docs next week just to get checked out.

Surprisingly she didn't weigh or measure me on this session that's saved for me next one on Saturday (oh joy something to look forward to), no it was straight down to business on the 'elliptical' or as I'd like to call it 'this is how I'm going to die'.  I only did 5 minutes and I was knackered, and then I got off, well it felt like my legs decided to forget they were attached to my body and walk off round the gym on their own leaving me to feel slightly unstable.  OK, OK I didn't fall off (which is what I consider a miracle), but it did feel like I was treading water for about 5 minutes after until the feeling came back into my legs.

Then it was onto the weights, which apparently 'will strengthen my lean muscle mass which will speed up my metabolism and help me loose weight', OK I'm not convinced that doing weights will help me lose weight but I'll give her the benefit of the doubt.  All these weight cycles I do are '12 reps' and oh my god come number twelve, well lets just say involuntary shaking is the weirdest sensation ever (and people do this for pleasure !!!)

So first one is to strengthen my lower back (which is good actually as I do suffer with lower back pain and have ever since I was preggers with my son), next was the worlds worst exercise ever invented it was for the front thigh muscles (I don't know what they're called, although I am on the Internet and should look that up, but then I'll lose my flow and.....) anyway my legs had a mind of their own and it was like watching Elvis on speed.  Moving on - rear thigh muscles, shoulders front & back, arms and then the dreaded abs.

She did it she actually got the god dam ball of death out, all my fears came alive, she placed the ball on the floor and before I sat on it I made sure no one was in firing range (because I had a nightmare the other night that I sat on the thing wrong and it projectiles towards the treadmills knocking some poor soul flying to her death).....so after a few deep breaths and checking the coast was clear I sat on the thing (feeling very unstable as always), and was asked to lie back, my brain is thinking is this women insane, lie back, on a ball???.  So I do and I'm thinking this is OK but then I have to sit up OH MY GOOD GOD WHY, not only do you have to do the sit ups you have to balance (something I am not at all good at), the pain was beyond my comprehension (and I've gone through childbirth), and I have to do 12 of these...that's it I'm going to die....on a ball. and suddenly she says 1 more and you're done.......I DID IT.

That was it 1 hour done, my 5 further sessions booked, feeling pretty good, however I still have to do 30 minutes of cardio at least 3 times a week so my appointment with the elliptical isn't over by a long shot, however there are the bikes also, so it may not be so bad.....right ?

So I drove home and crashed onto the sofa, hubby saying how proud he is of me, and then later in the evening having to pull me out of the sofa because I can't move.

Showered and bed and hoping that I don't wake up like the tin man, which I don't.

Well there you go I survived my first attempt at the gym and I am going back so 2 dress sizes smaller here I come.

Love
Happy Fatty
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