All summer long I’ve been making excuses why I can’t go swim in AK and Mrs. AK’s swimming pool. The truth is that I haven’t felt comfortable in a swimming suit since 1996. I know I’m not obese, but I’m certainly not fit enough to walk around in a two-piece.
I’ve wanted to attend some personal training sessions for years, but truthfully I’ve always been too self-conscious, But this year I’ve decided to get over myself and do what it takes to finally be comfortable with my body. I looked into the options my gym offers, but was less than impressed. The Yuppie suggested his friend Tracey, who is a personal trainer. I knew he wouldn’t recommend someone I would hate, mostly because he knows I’d bitch about it until his ears bled.
I met with Trainer Tracey this week and loved her. She wasn’t intimidating at all, yet fit enough to kick my ass when I need it. Which I will, since I’m lazy and really hate to sweat. The first session was a body and fitness assessment. Saying I was pleasantly surprised with my results would be a complete understatement. When she told me my body fat percentage I wanted to kiss her hard ON THE MOUTH!
My body fat was significantly lower than I expected. I didn’t believe my results since they qualified me into the “athlete” category. I asked her to double check, but she got the same results. I have bruises from those stupid skin fold calipers, but dammit those are the best bruises I’ve had in quite some time. Yeah, I’d kill for some decent sex bruises, but that’s another post for another day.
Trainer Tracey and I decided to focus on endurance and toning, which I have a feeling will kick my ass since I was sore the day after a simple fitness test. I’m forcing myself to stick with this for the next couple of months. If only to reward myself with fitness prizes. No, I’m not kidding. Doesn’t every girl who loses a few pounds deserve running shoes covered in Barbie pink glitter? I thought so.