Just a quick catch-up on my life recently: I finally got angry at my laziness (and the dues money wasted when I didn't go to the gym all month long) and signed up with a trainer, forcing me to be motivated. I tacked on my own session after John has his, which is with a different guy because John's old trainer recently moved out of the area. So, when John started with the new trainer, Fletcher, he told me that he is a power lifter. I was like, "He's a what?" I imagined some beef-cake monster of a guy and was not thrilled with John looking like that. :( Well, imagine my surprise when I meet Fletcher to set up my schedule with him and see that he is not huge at all! He's more like a full-time swimmer's build, maybe a skinny gymnast (I might have drooled a little. Allegedly). I told John that he has my full permission to look like Fletcher from the collar-bone down. ;)
So, needless to say, there are some upsides and down-sides to training with a power lifter. 1) He has NO problem increasing the weight on you. Very often, he sets up the weight, and I am like "HNNNNHG!" ... and nothing happens. Fletcher laughs/ sighs, lowers the weight and we repeat. However, 2) He knows what he is talking about, and when the weights go up, the reps go down. So even when my arms turn to pudding, I only have to do like 3 reps.
Sad part about when I chose to start working out is that my "sixth workout check-up" was the Monday after Thanksgiving. :( Anne is a fatty fatty who likes pie! But I have been weighing myself since and have lost maybe half of the Thanksgiving weight. Yay! Only half a fatty now! And again, needless to say, for like the last three weeks, I have just been in pain. Sometimes the pain is localized (like the first day we try a new exercise), but more often, I am just sore. John says he hurt for about three months when he first started working out before his body got used to it. sigh...
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