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Tears of Joy or Embarrassment?

That's all Folks...I no longer have a trainer. I am now on my own...I am my own trainer. My sessions ran out, and I just can't afford to keep training even though I would LOVE to. Today was my first work-out all by myself. Ray Ray had written down a routine for me and had it ready when I walked in the gym, shook my hand, and sent me on my way telling me he'd be with me in spirit. I was very nervous and a little sad. It was very lonely not having someone to talk and laugh with. I also felt really really stupid. When I work out with a trainer I don't usually pay attention to the other people in the gym, and it seems like they're not paying attention to me. BUT...now that I was alone I just felt like people were gawking at me...well, it wasn't just a feeling...THEY WERE. I was the only girl in the "Heavy Weights" section...I was surrounded by big, burly, sweaty men. It was really hard to get through, but I did it. I so wish it was possible for me to draw an illustration of what it looked like when I was trying to do these twisty things on a stability ball without Ray Ray there to "stabalize" me. I fell off a couple of times. My pants kept coming down exposing my thong, and my shirt kept creeping up exposing my fat...

...I'm not sure what to rate this experience...but it was...an experience! I do have a bit of a rush though. It's a good feeling to accomplish something on my own, AND I've been eating like a regular health nut! I am so pleased! So is Ray Ray even though he seemed sad that I wouldn't do it for him, but now that he's gone, I'm doing everything right and have already lost 2lbs!

Anyone want to hire me! I think I would really make a great trainer...I'm just sadistic and sympathetic enough...

Comments

Jessiedc28 said…
I hate execise. =)
I LOVE despite my embarrassment! Can't wait to do cardio today!!!
Jessiedc28 said…
Barf with a capital (ol?)B.

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