Sugar Town

 
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 torturer trainer started me off with a strength test. I tend to rise to most occasions so I gave the strength test my all and am pretty sure I will not be able to use my quads to rise from this chair when I'm done. Hence the length of this post.

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.