I said I don’t want to be a bore about this weight-loss, business, but I have to say – I’ve been quite successful. Since my visit to the surgeon, I’ve lost 12 pounds just by modifying my diet and not eating like a four year old.
I went for a consultation with a personal trainer at my gym today, to try and come up with a do-able plan.
AND NOW I KNOW why Madonna has a personal trainer and I don’t. The trainer recommended three sessions a week. My timeframe is to lose the weight by next May. Sessions are $52 each. It works out to over seven thousand dollars.
Yes, I understand it’s an investment in my health. Yes, I understand that without my health I have nothing. I just think there has to be a better way. I just don’t have that kind of money, not without incurring some major debt. I’m working to get OUT of debt, not to create more of it. I think personal trainers are for the wealthy, not for middle-aged, single parenting civil servants.
I’ve booked three sessions with her to come up with a plan I can live with. She was very nice about it; she says she’ll help me as much as she can in the time we have, and recommend some resources for me. But I just can’t do that kind of a financial commitment.
So, I have to just buckle down and be an adult about it. I need to stay focused and maintain discipline, without sucking all the joy out of my life. I need, I think, to find other ways to reward myself, and other ways to cope with stress, without turning back to cigarettes (PS, I miss you, cigarettes…).
Here’s to the start of trying to act like a grownup. It hasn’t worked so far. Jeez, I hope I turn out pretty when I grow up!