I have a personal trainer. My time with said personal trainer is almost at an end and I am already worried. I have not been good a the diet part of the regime but I am a whole lot fitter than I used to be and miles stronger.
Mick the muscle man (said trainer) is ex-military and has the "no excuses" thing down pat. He says things like "I have faith in you; you can do this" when it seems patently clear to me that I cannot. And them damn it I find that I can. Mick is a trainer here and as I said to my mum ... it looks like a cross (no pun intended) between a garage and an assault course.
And in spite of all evidence to the contrary - I love it ... I feel as if I am dying (like right now as I write this because I have just finished a workout) but I love it and I feel so much fitter. Now need to work on the fat thing.
Good on you and all your efforts!
I could try to help you out and try to continue work on "The Happy fanny cookbook" that I started in Nairobi. I didn't get much farther than the enticing title though....
Terje
Posted by: terje bergendahl | May 22, 2009 at 06:10 PM
yeah ... go ahead and write it!!!
Posted by: pamela | May 25, 2009 at 04:18 AM