A little over a year ago I started losing weight. I was on a serious roll (and not the fat kind!). I was waking up at 5am every morning and carting myself to the gym. I'd cook healthy food for the week every Sunday and count my calories. The only time I'd let myself splurge was when my then-boyfriend came to visit.
Then I got engaged, started planning a wedding and moved across the world. The combination was not good for my waistline. I was the opposite of most brides-to-be and decided I'd rather eat pizza and grow into my dress rather than have it altered. :-) Before I knew it, all the weight I'd lost was back on.
My move to Singapore has put me in a position where I have absolutely no excuse not to eat well and workout. So, I got a personal trainer and enlisted him to help me lose 1lb a week until I've reached my goal. When I lost weight the first time I also had a trainer but it was a woman. Today, during an incredibly grueling workout, the difference between a man and a woman became clearer than ever.
My man trainer had me doing these difficult exercises. I was sweating within the first 3 minutes and by the half hour mark I was beginning to feel my breakfast make its way back up into the world. I was hoping that he would take pity on me and give me a break. Nope. "Keep going," he would say, "2 more sets of 20 to go." Then when I thought I couldn't stand anymore, he'd move on to a more challenging exercise! My woman trainer would have heard my cries and said "let's sit this one out" or "just do 5 instead of 20" but there is no sympathy with this guy.
Results were achieved with the woman and if things keep going this way they will be achieved with the man but the approaches are so different. A more emotional way of working vs. a let's get it done way of working. Both work.
So, here I go getting back on the wagon. I'm meeting my man trainer again on Friday. Wish me luck.
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