When I met my husband the last year of college, I pretty much just stopped working out. I had been a gym rat thorugh high school and college, but I guess I just got happy and didn't care anymore. Three years and a zillion pounds of happiness later, I went into pre-wedding panic mode and started going to a personal trainer. That was last July. And I've been pretty consistent - 3 or 4 days a week, some weeks more. So I guess that's something.
It's amazing how much better I feel, and yet, I didn't really lose any weight (which was kind of the point, despite trainer warnings to the contrary). But I do feel different. Jesse (trainer and freak of nature) says it takes years to build enough muscle to eat fat. Now that I'm at a year, I hope that starts soon. In the mean time, I've gotten incredibly strong and can kind of beat Mike at arm wrestling.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
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I've been cyberstalking you and now it's time to confess. I love reading your writing...it's scrumptious. Keep it up. We read Mikey "Agent A's..." the other day and he loved it. It may become a bedtime regular.
hugs,
A
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