If you read the comments to the post below, you already know she’s fabulous. She is so dedicated in what she does. She doesn’t just train me for 45 minutes and turn me loose; instead, she sends me supportive texts and food ideas throughout the day and has given me some inspirational CDs to listen to that helped me get through a particularly stressful week. Most amazingly, she is following the same strict diet that I am, even though she’s absolutely not required to do so. It makes me feel like I have someone who understands exactly what I’m going through. She really walks the talk.
She is also very relatable. She is super fit and looks great, but she reminds me that she, too, has to work hard to stay in shape. She runs six miles each day and is training for a marathon. Even when she’s not on this strict diet, Saturdays are her only “cheat” days out of the week and the other six days are strictly healthy (clean/nonprocessed and organic). Sometimes it feels like the rest of the world can survive on pizza, beer and ice cream, and never gain an ounce, so I feel like we have more in common when I know that she works hard to stay fit.
I really believe that I was meant to have her as my trainer during these 12 weeks because her personality is a perfect combination of tough and super friendly–kind of like Bob on the Biggest Loser, whom I absolutely adore. 🙂 With her help, I know I can reach my goal.
Notable moments so far this week:
My rings fly off if I gesture or wave too wildly. Fortunately, I don’t do either of those things often. Can’t wait to have them resized….once that’s done, I MUST stay this lower weight because I can’t afford to add extra platinum back in!
Jon and I were at my parents’ house yesterday and I decided to pull out the ol’ wedding dress and see how it fits. The answer: Much looser than it did five years ago! Wahoo! Jon agreed to take five-year-anniversary photos with me this July so that we have some updated pictures in which I feel much more comfortable with my body. Can’t wait! (To be clear, I won’t be wearing the dress. As fun as that would be, I’d look like quite the weirdo.)