I probably won't be able to move tomorrow Tuesday, September 25, 2007I was a little nervous before meeting my new trainer tonight, my beloved old trainer moved to be with her fiance. Which was great for her but a bit of a bummer for me since I would have to break in a whole new trainer. Usually the breaking in involves a lot of hazing- there may be some old school greek-style paddling and general drunkenness.
When I emailed him I might have made him laugh when I was shockingly honest:
"Ideally I'd love to lose another 20 pounds but I also realize that might be an entirely too lofty goal considering my love of food in general."
And that is true, I'd love to drop another 20- but I really do like food and while I eat within reason I'm not that willing to cut things out that I truly love. Like cheese. Currently I have 5 different types of cheese in my fridge as evidence of that, and while every meal isn't a cheese laden feast I do eat it several time a week.
But enough about cheese...
My new trainer, Mike, kicked my ass. He kicked my ass up and down that gym and I loved every minute of it. So much so that I think I'm going to up my training sessions from twice a month to once a week. Perhaps I'm a bit of a masochist but I really think that he can help me meet my goals for next tri season. Plus make my ass look hot.
Speaking of that, I do believe I might have embarrassed him just a bit when he told "that I like you kicking my ass" and "no, Tracy had me do the version were my ass was pointed skyward."
Could I mention my bottom one more time?