Echoes.

Yesterday I had the dubious pleasure of a demo training session with a local personal trainer.
After seeing the wonders he’d accomplished with some co-workers I was all for anything on this planet that would help me see results and boost my confidence.
And having always thought of personal trainers as a bit of a money waster – considering the time I’ve spent seeing… (dating) trainers in the past, I felt my knowledge was beyond the norm.
And it is.
He agrees.

It’s also not working.

With that in mind, he and I got together yesterday for some new changes to my methodology.
“Did you know that just lifting your own body weight can be every bit as exhausting as using actual weights?”

I paused here – not really sure how to answer, but went with a typical Lish response.
“Uh.  I’ve gained 70 pounds in a year.  I weigh over 200 pounds.  I’m reasonable sure that just lifting my body to walk to another room to pee should qualify me for a gold medal.”

Destructive humor.
My life has become a rash of jokes that people aren’t sure if they should laugh at.

Yes, LAUGH!
That is the purpose of the joke!

I suppose they feel bad for me and so I’m supposed to sink down into it.
But it is what it is.
Genetics and Root Beer rearing their ugly heads to show me that I’m not 21 anymore.

The days of skipping a meal and losing 10 pounds are over.

These are the days of exercising every day just to see how frustrated one person can get before their brain explodes and they eat 4.2 million pounds of vanilla pudding.  Which I personally find much better than chocolate.

The meeting itself?
Wonderful.
I liked the guy, and I felt reasonably sure that he could help me.
I had hope.
Do you guys know what that kind of hope feels like?  You skinny readers of mine?

Nick’s not thrilled with the idea.
Because spending $500 on 7 weeks of sessions doesn’t make nearly as much sense as buying a $2000 bike for the two months of good weather one finds in Minneapolis.
Even offered to cancel our honeymoon.

Lol, I don’t mean to break it to the guy, but if this is how I look and feel then, our honeymoon will cancel itself.
If you know what I mean.

mwahahaha.

See?
Another inappropriate joke.

Does anyone else find these funny?

Still, I feel wonderful today.  Pain in muscles that had forgotten they’re supposed to have a purpose.  Amazing what a little motivation and workout perspective can do for you.
I’ll never be a long term cardio person – my workouts will always have to be different than his.
But perhaps I can find a medium.
Something that we can get along with.

Because I love this notion of hope.
And I’m willing to sacrifice most anything and anyone at this moment to keep it.