I hate him. With every fiber of my being. My legs, arms and shoulders are all screaming out in agony.
That means he’s doing a good job. 🙂 But honestly I think he’s a great trainer, very encouraging and definitely works me hard.
So, I asked if we were going to do squats, thankfully he said no. So we started off with some kettlebell swings and overhead presses and once I was nice and warmed up he started with “Are you familiar with thrusters?” So, knowing I hate squats, this is like a turbo squat. Oy. Bring the bar up to your chest, squat down, and as soon as you reach the bottom of the squat, you thrust upwards and push the bar over your head. Did a 15-10-5 of those, then we went to the dumbbell flys after I failed to do a push up.
Once we got those done, it was like a modified deadlift. Bring the bar up to a standing position, then lean forward so your back is flat and tight, then pull the bar up to your chest. another 15-10-5 then it was on the floor for some crunches. got through 40 before my abs cramped up again, but fought through another 20 to finish.
I did 15 mins on the treadmill to warm up, then finished with 20 on the bike. Today is a “rest day” which basically means I only have to do cardio, which he suggested 30 on the bike and 30 on the treadmill.
Wasn’t able to weigh this morning, but the scale should be here sometime today so I can get an idea of where I am at, I know it won’t be totally accurate but it will give me an idea. If not, I have a doctors appointment tomorrow at 11 so I can weigh in there.
Strangely enough, I’m not stressing as much about the weighing. I know I am getting smaller, my clothes are fitting better, I know there may not be movement in the scale due to muscle growth, etc, and I’m ok with that. I know this isn’t going to happen overnight. I’m not going to wake up tomorrow with a 6 pack abs, and again, I’m ok with that. This is for the long haul. I will need to maintain this for the rest of my life. I am doing this to be the best father I can be, to be there to walk Abby down the aisle at her wedding, to see my grandchildren, to do all the things my dad missed out on because of his weight and health.
My fiancee is perfectly happy with me as I am, and that makes a huge difference. She just wants me to be happy with being me, and I am getting there, slowly but surely.