Top 3 Reasons Why I Can't Go to the Gym

This is week three of my transformation.  Catch up here and here.



Yesterday was my day to go to Starting-Line Fitness and see my trainer, Kris.









I did not want to go.



My appointment was for 10 am and at by 8 am I had a list of reasons why I needed to cancel:



1.  I'm too busy.  (You should see my DVR - I need to do some serious catching up on The Daily Show and Stephen Colbert!)



2.  I'm too tired.  (It would probably help if I didn't stay up late last night reading my new Cassandra Clare book.)



3.  I have nothing to wear.  (Seriously.  My one good semi-supportive bra is in the laundry pile.)



I remembered a conversation I'd had the day before with a friend.  The subject of my "transformation" came up and I told her, "A personal trainer is the only way I could do this."



I explained to her that I need to know that Kris is at the gym waiting on my fat ass to get there.  I told her that even though Kris is never perky, she's not a drill sergeant either.  She disciplines me the way I discipline my kids.  When I get whiny and tell her, "I don't wanna do those stupid ropes again" she just smiles at me and says, "Uh huh.  OK.  Let's go."  She corrects me when I'm working out so that I'm getting the maximum benefit - a video has never done that for me.  She laughs at me when I show her how terrible my balance is.  (Am the only one who can't balance on one foot??)



My favorite part is when she's going to have me do something I think is impossible I say, "You'd better tell me a good story while I do this, because I need to take my mind off this shit."  And then she does.  (Yesterday I heard all about her ideas for Halloween costumes for herself and her other trainer.  They like to do matchy-match costumes.  I think they should totally read my post about sexy Halloween costumes. I think I saw a comment about a sexy Bert and Ernie.  This would be perfect for those two!)



If this little pep talk in my head didn't motivate to me pull my stinky sports bra from the hamper and Febreeze it real quick, then taking my measurements did.  I measured myself last week and again this week.  The results were stunning.



In one week I've lost a total of 5.5 INCHES.



Not too shabby.  THAT motivated me to put a smile on my face and get my ass to the gym.