Still seeing the trainer 3 times a week. He is working me until I feel like I want to puke, cry and curl up in the fetal position in the middle of the gym muttering for my Mommy. I’m also trying to go twice a week on my own, to do things not as tough. The elliptical machine has never seemed so easy. But I continue to wait. Continue to wait for that scale to show a smaller number than when I started. No such luck so far. Today, he gave me some song and dance about changing body composition. Yeah…yeah….whatever, let’s get on with this stupid machine showing a lower number than before already.
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