So, last week, I did the training session for an hour with Tony. It was really hard and to be honest, at one point my heart ached so much I thought I was going to faint. I just kept going. He seemed motivated, although having worked with T for ages now, I also know that he can be pretty flaky too.
I was in real pain Thursday evening, but felt good for doing it. I felt so ill by late evening, to sleep and take the pain away I had to take anti inflammatory pills. I am still in pain today, and today is Tuesday. Tony booked today in and at 9.30am when we were supposed to begin, the phone in the office rings. It's Tony, telling me he can't make it today and can we do it tomorrow at 9am. I felt pretty deflated. I can let myself down, I don't need anyone else to join in with the demotivating partyyyyyy! He then tried to tell me to do at least twenty mins on the bike. I certainly didn't feel motivated by him. I got on the bike because I felt that today, with MY effort, it would have been a waste if I hadn't even bothered to do something for myself.
I did twenty mins on the bike to Jessie J and sweated some. I feel a bit deflated myself now, although I still have to move forward and do this. Never rely on anyone. It's not worth it. I think I may do a search and see what I can come up with for a trainer and pay someone. I don't think I fancy a semi pep talk from Mr T today or tomorrow and as kind as it was for him to offer to do this, there is really no point if he just plays on my worst feeling, which is me failing because I just can't be bothered! If he can't be bothered, then where the fucks the motivation going to come from? Telephone Gym motivation, shall we trademark that shit?
Fighting my war against fat!
Tuesday, 29 March 2011
Week Two - Mr Non Motivated!
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