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I am a full-time mama with a passion for writing and talking to fascinating people. I live in a one horse town with a Cowboy and my son. Thank Lord for cyberspace! I lived a colourful life in Sydney for a number of years. Working in advertising and journalism for FPC and the Sydney Morning Herald. During my time in Sydney I competed in a Dragon Boat race, choreographed a dragshow, used the Share Accomodation advertisements as a way to meet men and was told by Noiseworks frontrunner Jon Stevens that I was a bitch! Then came the decision to move back to country for 3 months to help out my Father with newspaper business while he was having treatment. Convinced I was a city girl I was caught by surprise when I fell in love with a farmer (and no, he didn't want a wife... still doesn't it seems!) convinced him that we needed to see the world, popped off to Vietnam to teach english in Saigon - before realising that the "food" in Nam didn't agree with me... turned out to be Monte - my son who is now with the Cowboy and I back in country NSW! I am in a wonderful stage of my life where I am focusing on the things that really make me tick. Including writing these chronicles.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

This time - its Impersonal

Don't like having a whinge on here because I want my blog to be happy and funny and inspiring - so forgive me for the onslaught... tomorrow is a new day with a whole load of leg lifting potential.)

I was getting buff.
Now I am puffed again.
You may have noticed all my hoopla about how wonderful personal training was suddenly just.... left the blog.
I am feeling a little down on myself because even though I am happy - I wish I could have every ball spinning at once.
I feel like I have things going great guns in one area, but then it as the expense of another.
(perhaps this is the human condition? I don't know- allow me to speak of it as though I was the first on Earth to feel it - )

Yeah , yeah I know - we can't be super people..... but maybe a little balance would help me, a little discipline....
Anyway, personal training...
About three weeks ago, I stopped.
Cold turkey.
In fairness to myself the trainer was no good.
We rocked up one night and he had the one horse town entire rugby league team there ready to go in our 'personal' time slot.
PT said to Cowboy - "You join the boys - Sharni, personal tonight" -
So what happens?
He is totally immersed in training the football team that I could have been sitting down doing tapestry for all he knew.
Occasionally he would pop over and tell me to do something unimaginative like - 20 step ups and I only do it half arsed because he is not even watching me (the whole reason he was hired, so I would do things full arsed - well I've got the full arse now but it is no thanks to him)
Every now and then would give me a patronising "Doing well, darling" (and then I do nothing for 10 minutes as he excitedly works with the football team) WHICH mind you, is completely embarrassing being the only girl within coo-ee working out next to a pack of blokes doing leg lifts at the fence and cursing the fact that I wore shorts that they might be able to see up.
Anyway at the end of our supposed "personal training' session where I had NO personal training whatsoever - old mate asks me for $20.
Well - piss off.... ( I paid him) but I cannot believe how badly and IMPERSONALLY he treated me - so I decided I would show him and didn't go back.
Not only did I show him - but I showed me.
Anyway old goody two shoes Cowboy has continued and I have done Nada.
So he is as buff as they come and I am fattening up to be served on a plate with an apple in my mouth at Christmas!!
All the good work I was achieving - has instantly and almost freakishly converted straight back into jelly. And, I have eaten lollies like the world would end if I didn't guzzle a packet of Retro Party Mix a day.
I was quite ripped while I was being impersonally trained.
- 4 weeks later. I am back to square one.
I am sad about it and I don't know what to do.
I have lost my exercise mojo.
Cowboy is running around the block as we speak - and I am so jealous that he is so motivated.
At least my fingers are toned from all this typing.

cartoon blatantly taken from here

(ps - cowboy read this and then ordered me onto the treadmill - just ran uphill for 1.2 km and am pooped. but at least it was personal.)


  1. Come on, Sharni, you know ypou can do it! Good for you that you ditched the good-for-nothing personal trainer...
    I have at home an eliptic machine thingy and I also swear by my yoga DVDs. Lately me and Maya took up bellydancing (DVDs, of course) and it is so much fun...
    On short, do whatever you like and enjoy doing (in the matter of physical activity), don't think twice, just go for it!
    Good luck!

  2. Join our get fit movement January 2nd! I will be posting more about it soon, and we will have a button to be placing on the blog and support!! :D

  3. I hear ya! I've been going to the gym daily for over 2 years and if I take 2 weeks off my muscles melt into fat. By the way, you're PT sounds like a total effhead! I'm thinking of doing the PT course next year, so if you'd like to pack up and move to my one horse town, I'd be more than happy to whip you into shape. Oh and retro mix... man! I wish I'd never bought the first packet - that shit is like heroin (one hit and you're a goner)

  4. oh hahahha you make me laugh Karls - where is your one horser???
    Adrienzgirl - I'm there. 2nd Jan bring it on - and Ramona - great advice - perhaps I will start belly dancing - might buy a dvd

  5. Ha ha ha, I'm just like you, lazy cow disease hit me last week and why does it take so much work so get it off and so little work to pile it all back on?!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  6. I hear you. I organised a PT so I could get fit again and hubby come along for support. Now he has rippling abs and I aborted my mission a few weeks ago. How does that work?


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