Tuesday, January 8, 2008
I fear that I am now a middle aged white yuppie, or rather dink (double income, no kids). I just hired a personal trainer for 2 days a week. The ultimate goal is to get my back in shape and stop these migranes from happening (I haven't had one in 2008, so that's something!). He's grabbed me (almost literally) and given me free time a couple times and at least talks a good game, and seems to know what he's doing, so I'm trying it. I've tried regular doctors and chiropractors and acupuncture and nothing really worked. And in a month or two I hope I can learn enough and get myself into a routine to keep myself in shape.
I also have weird neck things that happen. And I need to get myself in shape for skiing. How's that for an agenda for someone for two days a week? Whew. My goal is NOT to look like an American Gladiator, though quite honestly, if I had that goal I could look like one of those Amazon women since my body responds pretty well to muscle growth, but that's just not my goal (and besides it would take a LONG time, and my shoulders are already way broad, my calves really cows, and my upper arms bigger than most what with my Polish background, climbing and all that mountain lion wrestling).
OK, want a little laugh? Google 'muscles photo' and look at the third photo in the row that comes up - I would have posted it but don't want an X rating. The one I attached here was the first photo that came up. Of course, Heather has no such qualms.