This time - its Impersonal

(Foreword:

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.)