Making Progress

I had my first real session with my trainer last night, and at the end I decided to weigh myself in. It had been about a week and a half since I had been shocked into getting myself back in gear.

I've been really really trying to limit my calorie intake. I am eating greek yogurt and a banana for breakfast, lean cuisines, grilled chicken etc for lunch and fruits, granola bars and the amazing amazing 35 calorie laughing cow cheeses with crackers. The biggest changes I have noticed are my planning and portion size. I plan what I am going to eat, and therefore make better decisions as it relates to food intake and I'm not allowing myself to have the whole box of crackers but rather a serving size! (minus Nicole's wedding weekend)

I've also really been making an effort to get to the gym. And I have been getting there.

...and the results are I've lost 4 pounds! I really wasn't expecting that, and I think that is the proof that I am doing this right. It's definitely the motivation I needed. Now onto getting back into some of my clothes that were a little tight ;)

Body by JMAC Part II

About a month ago I thought by admitting I had a problem, I'd get better. Unfortunately, with weddings, bachelorette's, cocktails, and our anniversary...well I failed miserably. I won't share the numbers, but my weight is a lot higher than I thought, as is my body fat :(

So last night I met with a new trainer (update to Breaking up....) because my old trainer is leaving. He's also a registered dietitian. So, we talked about what I want/need. I explained I get bored with just running on a treadmill and that two miles in the gym feels like eternity while outside isn't quite as bad. I also explained my eating has gotten out of control and I need to get that back in shape. I like circuit training. I like group activities.

I was told I should be eating 1600 calories a day (FAIL) to lose weight and working out 4 times a week. That comes out to about 300-400 calories per meal with the rest for liquids and snacks. He suggested a plan where I do a class one night (tonight's class, Boot Camp: An aggressive, military-style, circuit workout featuring high-intensity conditioning and power moves.), maybe work out with him another night and then do my normal "boring" routine on Sat/Sun.

He also suggested I not go to the extreme. Not become obsessed, just think, prepare and choose wisely. I went to the grocery store this morning and go a bunch of snacks that I could control and portion, and would make me feel satisfied. I remember the last time I was serious about this, I hated the first week, but it does get better. So here I go... wish me luck part II.

Breaking up is hard to do.

No, the Britt's are not breaking up.

I'm referring to my trainer. About a year ago, I found an awesome trainer. We clicked. My 30 minute sessions always lasted longer because we'd chit chat, and a couple months later I was definitely stronger and feeling a lot better. Then shock set in. He was leaving for a better job making more money. I wasn't surprised, but I was crushed... so he recommended two other people he was sure I'd like and he could trust, and then enters "Paul". So Paul and I meet. He's a little more intense, but I kind of like it. If i'm not working out every second of the 30 minute sessions, too bad, it's 30 minute sessions and my loss. A little different, but yknow, can't hurt right? Here's how my final sessions from previous trainer purchase went:

Session 1: I almost throw up, pass out and can't feel my arms the whole ride home
Session 2: similar, except I'm purple in the face, and feel like I can't breathe, again can't feel body parts
Session 3: HASN'T HAPPENED YET.

So contrary to the above, I actually got busy and a little scared. Work got intense, so weeknight sessions with a specific appointment didn't work. Weekends became occupied by wedding events for my ladies, and the I decided I wanted to start running outside, learning my neighborhood and do something different. And the few times I had free were not condusive to almost passing out and not being able to walk for days. So fast forward a few months and it brings us to July. I hadn't been to the gym in a while, and I run into him. We say hello, I laugh, "this is my first time back in a long time, but I have been running! you'd be proud. Must get that last session in". He seems nice, no wierdness.

...and well, I never made that appointment and I think he's MAD! I've run into him a couple of times in the past weeks, and he ignores me. I mean not just casually says hi, but clearly doesn't want to talk. HE IGNORES, AVOIDS, and just DOESN'T SAY HELLO.

Is this for real? Is it possible for my training to be mad at me?