Elbows wobbling. Led like legs ready to cave in.
“Come on, Grace! 30 seconds to go!” my personal trainer yells.
A groan is all I can muster.
Just. Want. To. Get. Through. Stupid. Plank.
“Come on, keep that bum up! Core muscles switched on!” she commands.
Which core muscles are you talking about? Oh, the ones that were sliced open when I gave birth to my twins and have been missing ever since?
I sweat through 35 kilo lateral pull downs then finish up by wanting to punch my PT in the face for making me do them in the first place.
She’s the voice inside my head (a text message, actually) that tells me to get up at 4:30am to go for a run.
Huffing and puffing up the hills. Only garbage trucks are on the roads, with the occasional party goer heading home, doing the walk of shame.
That used to be me once. No, not the garbage truck.
Next morning, I hop on the scales at the gym for my weekly weigh-in.
“That’s a 800 gram loss this week! Well done!” my PT beams.
High fives all around!
Woah! Was that definition in my tricep? Michelle Obama guns, not quite.
Still a LONG way to go. (Thanks Bali holiday and silly season indulgences).
But hey, baby steps. Baby elephant steps.
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