Yesterday, my kids snickered a little as I hobbled about going “Ow. Ow. Never get out of shape kids or else you’ll find yourself like me. Ow.”
Yes, personal training is going well.
The nice young man made me do lunges. Which I realized near the end of the first set, kinda suck and require more balance than I seem to have these days. Two days later, I’m still feeling the burn from the lunges, that’s how out of shape I am.
But it’s okay, the end goal is to be stronger for Maura, with the side benefit of losing weight and having a better figure. Maura gets top motivator spot because after a couple weeks of this, I could see myself going “Maybe I can be a happy little round person.” But I can’t be that because I need to be able to take care of Maura for as long as possible. I need to be able to handle her without pulling yet another muscle. I need to keep up with her as she grows taller than me, and possibly even faster than me.
And the side benefit will be looking good in shorts as I chase after her.
Right now, my attitude in the gym is “Just lie to me” and “How quickly can I get this over with?” As in “Just lie to me and tell me lunges will give me a better inner thigh.” (He swears that they actually will) – okay, no rest, let’s get this over with. It’s not so much a “Just Do It” attitude as a “Just get it over with” attitude. Less inspirational, more sarcastically honest. I’ve never ever been a sporty person – I spent half of gym class going to the nurse for ice packs because I kept getting hit in the face with footballs and volleyballs and tennis balls, and I was totally okay with being picked last for any team because even I knew I was the opposite of an asset on the team. But so far, my “Lie to me and let’s get this over with” attitude is working okay. So I’m going with it. Even if I’m standing there like an idiot at first because I can’t figure out how to do a lunge. I never claimed I could do a lunge, it’s not on my resume. This is why I’m paying someone, to show me how to do things like lunges and squats and pain and for God’s sake, stop adding five pounds to the machine, I was just beginning to like you again! (Yeah, I may have said that last bit…)
But it’s holding me accountable. We’ve paid up, so we have to go. How’s that for a winning attitude?
Nope, I am not a “Rah rah FITNESS!” gal. And that’s okay. I warned my friend that I was going to have to whine and bitch my way through all this. She’s okay with that. And my family is okay with me going around saying “Ow ow ow” every time I move, bless them.
At least today, I can lift the coffee cup to my face without pain. That’s progress, right?