Full of excuses
Weigh-in today so I'm on minimal rations. I've just had a big glass of freshly squeezed juice and a slice of Serrano ham imported by me from Spain in my suitcase.
I saw my personal trainer yesterday and the new fitness regime can now start properly. I've booked him again for this Friday. – but the problem is, I hate it. The dreaded treadmill and cross trainer are so tedious and yesterday I stopped a minute earlier on the bicycle because I couldn't stand it a second longer.
We did some ball work which is apparently excellent for my core muscles, long overdue some attention. Dylan, the trainer, keeps reminding me to suck in my tummy, especially when exercising, because this automatically makes me look slimmer (until I breathe out).
Tonight at Weight Watchers, I'm going to talk to the leader about changing my plan because counting points every time I eat has become a little too arduous. Jonathan says I'm like the kid who doesn't do their homework, coming up with every excuse in the book for why I can't shift the final 7lbs: "Someone bought some cake/I went out for dinner/I moved house." And he's right! It doesn't help that he's wafer thin despite eating whatever he wants whenever he wants. I used to be like that and it's hard adapting to the new reality.
Should your trainer be telling you to suck in your tummy whilst exercising? That will constrict the the breathing surely?
Posted by: Charlotte | 01 June 2007 at 20:44