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I'm enjoying my summer a bit too much, or should I say, I've had too much time on my hands? LOL I stepped on the scale a few days ago and saw I've gained some weight, but I don't feel like I have. Don't laugh, but I think some of it is muscle (just a tiny bit).
When I'm in school, it's easy to tell myself that I can only eat at certain times. Then, when I actually have time to eat, it's not that much time, so I don't eat as much when I'm at work. But golly. Now that it's summer, I'm at home, and the dogs and I snack like crazy. Even the dogs snack so much, they have gas all day, and I swear that if there were open flames in this house, we'd all blow up. Gatsby is especially gassy, and he loves to sit or lay down next to me. I could be watching TV, and all of the sudden... the silent but deadly stench. "You farted, fat dog! Ugh!" He just looks at me with indifference, as if to say, "Deal with it, butch."
I got a good talking to from Angel about my weight gain, too. I came for personal training last week after eating a bowl of pad thai noodles. I could barely run because it weighed heavy in my tummy, and it felt like the heartburn would eat me up. Did she stop the treadmill? Heck, no. She let me suffer, all the while talking about how I'm supposed to be featured in her upcoming newsletter, and I need to get myself together. Here I was with a stomach ache, trying to run, having to listen to Angel's rants. There's nothing worse.
But I think I've gained some muscle mass because I'm stronger everywhere. When we first started training at the studio, I thought the bench presses would kill me. Lately she has had to increase the weights because I've been lifting them like I'm lifting a baby, and she can tell I'm lying when she asks, "Are those too light for you, Jo?"
"No, these are heavy, Angel."
"Right." More weights.
One time I was being so smug. She took a bosu balance board and forced me on it. Hmmm.... me + balance = fall down. I was screaming, and she was screaming back, "You're how old, Jo? How old? And you're acting like this?" I really wanted to throw the bar at her, but she would have smacked me with it too. We have such a loving relationship :)
We now train at Legends Sports Complex. The lady who runs the studio where we used to train got all weird on Angel, telling Angel that she can't be using the two treadmills at the same time. Um... we've been doing that for about a year now, lady. Why is there a problem now???Personally, I think that woman was jealous because Angel has more clients, and Angel doesn't cheat them. By the word "cheat," I mean, Angel doesn't mess around and give us romper room bullcrap like this lady does with her clients.
You have to be careful when you choose a personal trainer. I have watched this lady work with her clients, and she is not pushing them. They know it, too, because that one day I was in the studio with Angel, they were so astonished at how hard I was working while they just did dumb sh*t on the floor, or did hula hoops. If you have time to watch and comment on other people's workout, you're not working out hard enough. But they've signed six-month contracts with this lady. She's not the only cookie cutter crap trainer, either. I was at Fitness Connection watching some personal trainers, and they were making people do crappy workouts, too.
Attention personal trainers: if your client's hair is still in place, and she hasn't broken a sweat by the end of your hour, YOU AREN'T DOING ENOUGH. Again, if I'm paying $50 an hour for you to torture me, you better torture the hell out of me. Work me out until my hair is so messed up, I look like I stuck my head in a cotton candy machine. Work me out until my shirt is soaked with sweat and tears -- maybe a little blood, too. My point is, make my fifty dollars worth it.
So yeah, Angel's crazy and mean as hell, but look at Dajuana. In half a year, Dajuana's dropped 30 pounds or more. She didn't lose that weight doing shoulder shrugs and hula hoops, I'll tell you that much. And me? Well, I'm a work in progress. LOL
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