I need to get back in the habit of blogging when I have something to blog about. I feel so far behind!
Let me start off with my last massage/Reiki session.
I had one a couple of weeks ago. I didn't do a full Reiki session but instead had Reiki incorporated with my massage because I was feeling a bit wound up and my stomach was being affected. It was pretty interesting! She told me that I was going through a stressful issue (true at the time) and part of the problem was that I was keeping my mouth shut on the situation instead of addressing it (also true). She said she could tell that as soon as she touched my throat. She also said that my position on the issue was right and that was all the more reason I needed to speak up. She said I need to remind myself everyday that I'm a beautiful person inside and out and that I am valid. That was part of the issue: I was being insecure about dealing with it. I felt great after and my stomach issues resolved (I should mention I also had her massage my stomach). I'm going for a massage on Thursday and will likely need my neck worked on because it effing hurts today and is giving me headaches.
At Be Still (where I go for massages), they also do
past life regression therapy. I'm really interested in trying it out. I think I believe in past lives and, if nothing else, it could be fun. So, I'm saving up for that.
And now for the rant about my personal trainer.
I had my last session on Wednesday so I knew the topic of money and ongoing sessions would come up. What I want to do is meet up with a trainer for about 2 or 3 sessions every 8 weeks to get a new routine in place when I plateau. Seems reasonable enough, right? That way the trainer is still making money. Nope. The trainer I was working with told me she "doesn't do that" because people flaked out on her. Then she changed it to "they (GoodLife) don't do that." Which is it? So she was pushing for me to see her for 6 months at 3 times a week...for $4,998! O_O!! I told her no. Not only can I not afford something as ludicrous as $277 bi-weekly, but I don't feel I need to see her that often. I didn't find her motivating. I found her motivating maybe once and then after that it was like, "I don't need you here." It's weird just having her stand there watching me and trying to make small talk. I'm a self-motivating person so, no, I really don't need to meet with a trainer 3 times a week for that. I know I can do something; I know I can try something; ergo, I do it. Then she tried to talk me into 3 months of training, which, again, I said no. Unfuckingbelievable. I get that she's a salesperson and all, but wouldn't she rather make a sale (by doing the regime I want) than no sale at all (by pushing her ridiculous suggestions)? Beats me. Either way, I've found a trainer who is more than happy to do the regime I want with the goals I have in mind. Her hourly rate is also less than the trainer I was using. The part that sucks though is that she's not a GoodLife trainer and I'll have to meet up with her at the YMCA. It's a sacrifice I'm willing to make. It's a bit awkward seeing the trainer at GoodLife since she's there every morning, but I just usually do a quick "hello" and go about my business. This morning, I just did a quick head nod (I was done with my workout and heading to the locker room) when she tried to be all, "Hey, Holly!"
A couple of Walmart locations in Winnipeg have bedbugs (St. Vital and McPhillips). That makes me nervous to go shopping (I still have a couple of small things I need to get from Walmart). I had thought about going to get a new outfit from St. Vital, but after hearing about the bugs at Walmart, I'm not comfortable going and shopping in the mall since it's all connected. GROSS! Fucking, fucking gross! I can't even handle it. How long until other stores around the city get them? I wanted to get a pair of workout pants from Superstore, but even that makes me nervous. I'll have to use the precaution of throwing everything I wear and purchase outside to freeze or in the dryer to kill any potential critters.
I'm so sick of
menstrual insomnia. UGH!