I went to the gym yesterday and booked myself a personal trainer and I'm really excited. I've booked enough sessions to see him bi-weekly all the way up to my 21st birthday hopefully this will help me make sure that I'm kicking off my new year's in style... preferably in the way of a little black dress hmm? ;)
My trainer will be a young Asian gentleman, I think I would have preferred to have a fellow female so I would be able to explain my 'Kim Kardashian bod' goal without turning beet red in the face, but I'm thinking positively and assuming that he's going to be someone very amiable and a person I am able to joke with as well as be competely serious about my training.
I'm dreading the thought of getting acquainted with my Frienemy; The Stairmaster!!! It has to be the exercise machine that I dislike the most, make me run make me sweat give me weights and push ups and moves that make me look like a crazy person in the gym but please just don't put me on the stairmaster! ... Too bad it gets results.
My previous trainer LIVED by the mighty powers of the stairmaster. He put it into every single one of my routines thank goodness it was never longer then 5 minutes that i had to suffer.
But if my new trainer is good friends with my frienemy well then I guess I'll just have to suck it up and play nice.
I have even though of a mantra to use on it to go along with it;
WITH pain, NO gain! And that's exactly what I'm hoping for.
Kirsy
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