Well, if I can't have Gillian Michaels as my trainer, I might as well take a hot guy.
A.is hot, smart, funny, and cuts me no slack whatsoever. If I were to say to him, "But A., I'm menstruating chunks of my liver!" he'd say "So shove a sheep up there and move."
So, moving.
Yesterday was chest and shoulders. Today was cardio. Not so many folks in the gym on a Wednesday morning as there was on a Tuesday. I guess guilt's power is not so strong the second day of the work week.
So far, so good. I woke up today without any trouble--even before my alarm went off. We'll see how bad that hits arond 10:30 or so.
Right now he's got me working on ramping up intensities, up to a 10 for max--it's kind of difficult for me to gauge how much is a 10, how much is a 5, etc., but it's kind of interesting trying to learn that. I refuse to beat myself over the head about it, and I resolve to give myself time to learn. It's a process, not a goal.
Wish me luck!