Personal training will be the death of me..

...and the rebirth of a totally ripped, shredded, She-Hulk version of my former self.

 As a new member of my gym you're entitled to one free personal training session to see if you want to sign up for a various assortment of packages that they offer.

I used up my free session last Monday and I don't regret a thing. I will say that the way they get you to sign up is HIGHLY EFFECTIVE, and coming from a retail background, I can't fault them for it.

After essentially telling you that most of your body is weak and puny (insert Arnold accent to that last part) and letting you know that they can show you a much more effective way of working out in less time, they put you to the test.

After about a 20-minute conversation about my goals and my normal gym routines, we did a 30-ish minute workout using pretty much my own body weight, which "lesbi-honest" (Pauly D voice) is plenty, and some basic circuits of exercises.

Once the workout was over and I was sweating more than I ever have at the gym in such little time, he sat me down and brought over the shiny, laminated package list, in all its expensive glory and outlined what he felt would work best for me and my goals of losing 50 pounds and beating The Boyfriend in our bet.

He suggested two sessions a week for anywhere between six months to a year, but since my internship is over at the end of May, that's the only income I definitely have.

So to the very LOUD tune of nearly $400 per month for the next three months, I will be at the gym with a trainer for 30 minutes twice a week.

Driving home from the gym my eyes opened, my sweat dried, my muscles ached and reality set in to what I had just committed myself to financially and physically.

I've forgiven myself for essentially putting myself into somewhat financial ruin for the next three months and am trying to look at the bright side of it. These sessions will undoubtedly give me a leg up on winning the bet, and will show me exercises that are far more effective than anything I could have ever done on my own and now I don't have to worry about documenting my measurements or my weight loss because someone else is getting paid to do it for me. haha.

Recently my weight loss had stalled at about seven pounds and I can't really blame anyone but myself, I'd fallen off track and splurged a few times too many but now that I'm making it a point to be at the gym at least four times a week and will be perpetually sore everyday from getting totally ripped, each achy muscle will be a reminder to put down that illegal food item and push myself toward winning the bet.

So until next time I bid you adieu.

And so we joined the gym

Crunch Fitness to be precise.
A gym by any other name would still smell as sweet sweaty... or however that saying goes.

The Boyfriend's boss bought himself, my boyfriend and their co-worker gym memberships a couple weeks ago so now he's got gym buddies, which is more than fantastic.

If he doesn't use the membership his boss pays for he'll feel guilty, ergo he'll use it. Not to mention that every time he works with them they all go to the gym and become total bros. 

Over the past few months of eating mostly meats, veggies and as little grain and dairy as possible, he's lost about 25 pounds. I still have only lost about seven.

However small that amount is and has been for weeks now, I do feel a change in myself. I want to be healthier. I want to eat good, whole foods. I generally like working out. Although I will say this about working out, I have yet to feel the endorphin rush or burst of energy afterwards as so many people claim happens. Mostly, I'm so exhausted that I end up sweaty and asleep on my couch.

Physically, I feel smaller, which is a pretty sweet.

In a previous post I mentioned a little wager between The Boyfriend and I. We outlined the terms and have been steadily working toward our respective weight loss goals.

Here are the terms thus far:
His goal weight loss is 100 pounds.
My goal weight loss is 50 pounds.

Essentially whoever reaches their goal first wins. What do we win you ask? Well let me break it down for you.

If he wins, I'll buy him a Playstation 4 when it's released. If I win, he has to buy me accessories or a lens for my DSLR. Monetarily we will try and keep it as equivalent as possible.

We've yet to take any measurements, or starting photos which I definitely regret so for now, we'll have to put our faith in our clothes and the numbers on the scale.