I started this week with the process. Trainer put me on a 1,000 calorie diet, which is difficult at times. I am spacing my meals out over the entire day, which is hard. I really do have to set my alarm. Oddly enough, I rarely get hungry.
I started the diet on Monday. I am recording every meal and everything I eat. I started working out on Monday as well. Hit the gym for my obligatory 30 minutes of cardio, which I am supposed to do three times a week.
My first session with my trainer happened yesterday. For all those people who claimed a male trainer would be easier on me than a female, I have this to say: “Eat s#$* and die!” I think he was harder on me than the female one I had in January. Not only did he have me do circle training, but he handed me heavier weights than she did. He would have me work all muscle groups at the same time, telling me how “we are utilizing all muscles for more calorie burn.”
I had to step up on some stepping thing, while holding weights, one ONE leg! Then balance on said leg, while holding the other one up and performing shoulder presses. I had to do squats while holding weights and a load of other ungodly things. Within half hour I was drenched in sweat and ready to pass out. Of course, I had forgotten to eat before as he instructed me. Hence, I had my last meal 4 hours before my work out and was getting light-headed and dizzy. I also forgot to bring water. *sigh*
He had mercy on me, told me to buy a Powerade downstairs, as it contains sugar and the liquid gets faster into my blood stream. He then did stretches with me and showed me how to use the elliptical machine. He said that the first session is always used to see how far a peson can be pushed and how their endurance and strength is. On the bright side, he told me that I can take a lot, which makes it easier to train me and get me in shape quicker. But geez, I was literally ready to crawl out of the gym on all four. My legs were shaking, I was drenched and didn’t even bother to put a jacket on. I was so hot that I had to run the air conditioning in my car.
Tomorrow the fun continues. I have to admit that after yesterday a small voice reared its head and said “I can’t do this.” But geez, I’ve paid the guy for 30 sessions. I have “ONLY” another 29 to go…3 times a week…with my trainer, which I now call “Satan.”
Today my butt hurts, so do my chest and shoulder muscles, as well as my back muscles. Come to think of it, the only muscles that are ok are my legs. So, dear children, what have I learned?! Oh, yes, I got the lesson: NEXT TIME DON’T LET YOUR BODY GO TO HELL FOR 10 YEARS BEFORE YOU GET YOUR BUTT OFF THE COUCH TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!!!! Oh wait, there won’t be a next time. After this is done I should be in better shape than I have been since my 20s. Meanwhile, I just have to take the abuse.
I am happy about one thing. This training could have been more difficult if I was still smoking! At least that won’t be an added crappy bonus.
