I had my first personal training session today. It’s been three hours, and oh my GOD, I HURT.
M. is really cool. I’m coming up with a nickname for her soon, but not right now. I hurt. I like her a lot, and I signed on for more training sessions. It’s really expensive, but I figure it’s worth the price—obviously whatever it is that I’m doing is not working, so I need the professionals. I need help, and I’m not afraid to ask for it.
We started our session by taking my baseline measurements. Honestly, I don’t know what they are, either than approximately 35% of my body is fat. Wonderful. M. brought out a scary clamp thingy, and measured the inches of fat around my arm, my hip and my thigh. She then measured my arm, bust, waist, thigh, and calf. We found what I can already see—most of my body fat is centered in my waist. (I thank my mom for those genes. She’s shaped the same way.)
Then came…the scale. I was not excited to get on that thing. 246 lbs. I knew I was hovering around 250, but still, it’s one thing to think it. It’s a whole ‘nothing thing to see the numbers on the scale. And it’s something else entirely to have a third party write them down on a piece of paper and file it away for future reference.
“Do you like lifting weights?” I nodded. I love weight machines!! I’m deceptively strong, and I was excited to show her that I’m not as out of shape as I look. M told me to warm up on a cardio machine for five minutes, stretch out, then meet her back at the weights. I was excited.
Was she standing next to the weight machines? No, no she wasn’t. As I rounded the corner to the weight room, there she was, blond braided pigtails over in the FREE WEIGHT section! I never go over there. I don’t like the competition with the uber-alpha males. I don’t like wondering if they’re staring at me or inwardly laughing at how awkwardly I lift the weights.
But no, she was standing over there for a reason. M introduced me to the Olympic weight bar. With thirty pounds on it. I asked if she was serious. She was.
All in all, she didn’t make it too hard on me. M showed me how to lift the bar on my shoulders, which is the basis for all my exercises. She stayed close by at all times, and even helped to support my knees during squats. And she never got tired of saying “Mel—suck in your abs.” I appreciated that. AND I got a nifty ‘to do’ list.
Metro Diva’s Work Out To Do List
*15 squats
*12 reverse lunges
*10 pushups, with the bar at the fourth hole
*12 dead lifts (basically I bend down, with my back completely straight for support, abs tucked in, and stand back up again)
*12 bicep curls
*20 momentum push presses (think body builder moves)
*12 bent over rows (bend over from the hips, flat back, and lift the bar up towards my navel)
*15 sit ups on the stability ball
Then I run up and down the stairs three times each, and begin the process again. I do this every other day, with cardio on my “off” days. The reason why my to do list is completely weights-focused is to jump start the fat burning and toning. Intensive cardio can come later, after I lose some weight, and the stress won’t be too much for my knees.
Tomorrow is going to be a light day—spinning, if I can get into it. And if not, I’m spending thirty minutes cardio, then going home.
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