Yesterday I started with a new trainer at the gym. Andrew left town, moved back to Chicago. Many thanks to my little buddy. I was training twice a week and my low monthly payments were only covering once a week so by last March my sessions were so far ahead of my payments, my account was frozen. While I continued to pay I couldn't sign in with my thumb print thus giving the trainer a receipt for payment. This didn't bother Andrew one little bit. He continued to train me weekly until he left in July. You sir, are a scholar and a gentleman, or a wrestler and a gym rat. Whatever, I thank you.
Krista, my new
Help! I've sat down and I can't get up.
Here's the interesting part. We were discussing my weight gain from non smoking. We covered the energy/calories I burn/ the foods I eat ( which I consider pretty damn healthy)and have decided a 10 pound weight loss would keep me strong but allow me to feel toned and comfortable in my skin again.
She asks if the weight is localized and I say of course, it's widened my waist and gone to my belly.
She says to cut way down on my sugar. I'm like what sugar? I'm not a junk/ processed food eater. Sure I have a bit of dark chocolate here and a couple of pieces of fresh fruit a day but extra sugar? No way.
But I do drink a hell of a lot of skim lattes and now I know skim milk has 12 grams of sugar in a cup, at least the one in my fridge from Trader Joe's does. Starbucks clocks an iced grande skim latte at 10 grams of sugar.
Clearly something has to give . Jeeze, no booze for 20 some years, no smokes for 10 months and now I have to cut down on my lattes?
I ask you what do I get from all this give?
A healthier, longer life? Okay. Good trade. I will keep you posted as the adventure continues.