LET ME HEAR YOUR BODY TALK - MY BODY SAYS "FUCK YOU!"

Olivia Newton John uttered those words almost 30 years ago. Well she said the first part. Today my body is saying the second part. At least I'm not talking to myself again which is an improvement on yesterday.

I had my first session with my new personal trainer on Tuesday. I had approached him in the gym last week and it was all arranged to meet on Tuesday. He asked various questions and did some height/weight and body fat measurements (I'm not impressed by my body fat content) I feel like I should be a big fat hog with the amount of fat kicking about this body. I was however, lighter than i thought which was a definite plus. He then proceeded to make me lift weight after weight until I reached my limit for my chest, arms and legs. And before that he made me do situps until I collapsed. After this, it was a straight run on the treadmill to see how far I could go.

Today the training started in earnest and my god he kicked my butt like you wouldn't believe. I was squatting and lunging and lifting weights and doing pressups until I thought I was going to be sick. He must have noticed but I am a bit hardcore so kept going. We did some interval training on the treadmill before situps on a ball which I found a bit of a struggle. I find him very encouraging and this was probably the best full on workout I've ever had. I think I might be sore tomorrow but I got such a kick out of the workout that I'm excited about our next session.

I've stuck some A4 on my fridge and diarising anything I'm eating - he's going to help my cut out the crap that I eat. I did say to him that I am a target driven sort of boy so he knows he can push me and I'm determined to succeed. I know it's going to take time but this gentle shove in the right direction that I'm going to be getting weekly will take me there so that body says "Ooh La La" rather than "Fuck You!"

Listening to - Dinah Washington - Relax Max