As you know I let myself go completely off my program, food-wise, in December. Too many social events, too many stressful things happening at home and at work, and frankly too many excuses - - I simply gave myself permission to eat like the "old days". The "old days" being when I ate whatever I wanted and weighed more than 300 pounds as a result. Yeah, those days sucked.
That could not go on, and a happy confluence of receiving a small inheritance coinciding with my hearing about the husband of one of my coworkers at the pop factory being a personal trainer led me to begin working with Mr. Fitness at the end of December of last year.
I was expecting to see results. I knew that a trainer would both push me harder than I was used to pushing myself and that he would make me do things I had never done before (deadlifts, anyone?). The combination of these two things I was certain would yield results - - I was sure that I would be stronger and more toned as a result of working with Mr. Fitness.
But holy cow. There is a difference between intellectually understanding that I would see changes in my body and actually seeing those changes. Even with a couple of weeks of unbridled emotional eating at the beginning of January (around the restructuring in our office when I Ate All The M&Ms) I have seen positive results on all fronts.
Let's look at the easy things first. I have lost 13 pounds since I started working with the trainer (and 139.9 pounds overall), and that is net of the January M&M binge and last week's Oscar party with multiple pieces of nutella flower and cookies(!).
My measurements tell the same story:
Everything is toning up under the trainer's ministrations. Since I have begun working with Mr. Fitness I have lost an inch off my bust, 2 inches off my waist, and 2 inches off my hips. My legs and arms are also more toned.
All well and good - let's look at the photographic evidence, shall we?
These photos show only the period from when I started working with the trainer, to now, two months later. My core and arms and legs are much more toned than when I started working with the trainer, and although my arms are not bilaterally symmetrical (thanks to my carpal tunnel in my left hand), I am getting stronger every week. Overall I am much stronger than before I began working with the trainer, with better balance and coordination to boot.
If anyone is considering working with a personal trainer, I recommend it. If anyone in the GTA area is considering working with Mr. Fitness, I doubly recommend it. He is virtually a miracle worker.
It's not all up to the trainer, of course. I work out 6 days a week - - only one of those days with Mr. Fitness - - and I have been really working hard to control my snacking (other than on Oscar night, of course). It takes both of us to whip me into shape - - the trainer can't do it all by himself if I'm not motivated to change. But I have to tell you - - it feels so much easier working with the trainer, because now I have a structure to my work, and I see that there is a point to it all. And that point, kids, is sexy arms. ;-)
I'm not ready for bikini season yet, but tank tops may make an appearance. ;-)