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You know that $600 tax rebate check that most of us got in the mail recently from Uncle Sam?  What I really wanted to do with that money was to put it towards a brand new big, flat-screen tv.  However, I am trying to re-prioritize and my one day tv fast has taught me that I can still enjoy the television, but I don’t necessarily need to invest in something that is going to encourage me to spend even MORE time in front of the tv.  So, I decided to do something I’ve been saying I should do for a while now.  I joined the gym (they have flat screen TVs there) and signed up for 5 1/2 weeks of personal training.  Now, i’m thinking, what have I done?!

Yesterday was my first session with my trainer, who we’ll call Popeye.  We spent the first portion of our session doing the preliminary fat check.  You know, where they take that archaic plastic instrument and pinch you in the arms, back and hip/tummy and measure your body fat.  That was fun times for all.  Then I weighed in.   I won’t share the details of the body fat index and scale reading, but my trainer and I agree there is room for improvemen - which is why I am there.   Next we talked about nutrition.  I’m not gonna lie, I actually laughed when he told me to give up milk and cookies for protein shakes.  Baby steps, Popeye.  I’m not looking to lose a whole lot of weight, just want to tone and firm up some parts that have gone a little soft.

Then we went upstairs where the torture began.  Seriously.  I hate working out.  Yeah, sometimes I feel good when it’s over, but mostly I’m just tired and sore and sweaty.  I don’t think about tennis as working out because I love to play tennis.  When I’m playing tennis, i’m not thinking about anything but the game.  I’m actually getting exercise but that’s just a bonus.  When i’m working out, all i’m thinking about is how much I hate working out.  I’m thinking about how my legs hurt or how tired I am or when is this gonna end.   After some squats and weights and oh my gods and jumps and ‘core’ workouts and profuse sweating, we were finally done.  I looked at Popeye and said “wow”.   He looked at me and said “so, um, you know that we spent most of our session today talking and doing paperwork.  That workout was only 20 minutes.  From now on it’s going to be an hour”.

awesome

can’t wait.

Tomorrow is session 2!!!!