My personal training will be all over by Tuesday. Don't ask how I managed to go through all the sessions. It was pure torture, & I'm not sure if it was all worth it. I wasn't able to get a nutritionist to work with me & my trainer during my span, but that's OK. I think I can handle this on my own for now. My weight had been yo-yoing when I PMSed, but I think I'm on my way to purging at least them 30 lbs I gained 5 years ago = since I started this blog. Yay for past demons exorcism. At least I'm having a bit of fun while I'm at this scheme. I've made friends with janitresses & security guards, & I have my best friend working out with me. I'll be doing yoga more often & silly dancing & breathing easily without crazy trainers breathing down my neck. YAY! I'm free!
The verdict? After 2 months of insanity, I still have a potbelly, a double chin, an inability to sleep soundly, then more stretch marks on my biceps & thighs, plus more cravings for dessert. Is that good? You tell me.
