I survived another day of personal training, woo hoo! 3 sessions down, only a million to go before I get to where I want to be.
Today was a rough personal training day - we worked on our legs and back today, and apparently neither of mine are terribly strong. The evil step/box made another appearance today, with which we had to skip and hop over repeatedly, and we also had to do more knee lifts with that evil thing.
The toughest thing, though, was something our trainer called the "Porta-Pottie." Some of you might know what I'm talking about. It's a really hard-core squat, where you basically act like you are going to sit on a Porta-Pottie, but you know that no one actually puts their butt on a Porta-Pottie, so it's a squat. We did those with weights today, but I haven't a clue how heavy the weights were. Probably like two flipping pounds or something equally wimpy. But those were truly tough for me. I'm very glad it's over.
One of the girls I'm training with suggested we take a group picture of all of us - so we can do a before and after kind of thing. I think as much as I hate pictures of myself right now, I think it's a good idea. I really hope that I will see a difference in myself. I know I've lost some weight so far, but I don't see it in myself at all. I don't see my double chin receding, I don't see my flabby arms becoming less flab-filled. Can you tell I'm impatient? Realistically, I know I shouldn't really see a change in myself yet. But boy, there's a part of me that keeps hoping to see one every time I look at my reflection. I can get my engagement and wedding rings off my ring finger now without feeling like I might die, though, so I guess that's a change. I'd just much rather lose some weight in my face rather than my hands, you know?
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