Don't Be Fooled

Kind of a bummer find today. I stopped at Subway for lunch and since I've been trying to get back on the healthy track, I ordered a 6 inch turkey sub. Come to find out the herbs & cheese bread I chose is 6 pts as opposed to wheat @ 4 pts. Also, the chipotle sauce is 3 pts as opposed to 1 pt for sweet onion!! So en toto (in total ;) ) the sub was a whopping 12 points! That's two bites shy of a big mac. Ouch.

Final Sesh

So last night was my final night with Thor (a nickname I've lovingly applied to my beast trainer). And I must admit - I ended up warming to her in the end. Well, either that or I was so scared I just found myself laughing at everything, assuming she was just joking when telling passers by to "F off" and referring to all males as "a-holes" (I'm sensoring here). I can't imagine a world where we all act like that at work...can you?

Ironically (dare I call it irony and be incorrect only to be corrected...?) we spotted a GIGANTIC woman last night who was towering at 6'5 who passed us by and Thor says in her thick Romanian (yes, its been confirmed) accent, "You are taller than me...unacceptable." So I laugh on command and the giant mutters something, clearly upset by this. So the entire session Thor keeps asking where the freak went to and finally I said to her that I'm pretty sure "she" used to be a "he." It was as if she'd never heard of such a thing - she was stunned. I call this irony because when I first met Thor I thought she had too once been a man...

As for the aftermath of training...I let out a painful "uggg" and it feels like I'm walking around with 50 lb weights on each thigh and 10 pounders under my arse. It's pretty ugly. I don't plan on getting suckered into anymore sessions, but stay tuned...you never know the persuasive ways of a Romanian giant.

Blood Type

So I met with my trainer, Mirella, Tues night and she was the ONE trainer I feared. I'd seen her around before and she looks INTENSE. She's about 6'2 and all muscle - short cropped blonde hair with a very masculine edge to her.

So I was interviewed for several minutes as to why I was there, reasons I'd gained weight, but with every question she'd pose I was constantly fearful I was giving the wrong answers. When she asked me what proteins I ate, I listed chicken, beef, turkey and in her thick Russian accent she says "OK you not going to answer me that, we move on." Flustered, I started spewing off any protein I could think of...beans, roast beef, ham, corned beef...aghh! Scary right?

She's big into the Blood Type Diet and was 95% sure I was Type A so I just ran with it. This means I cant eat beef of any kind, yellow cheeses or whole wheat because they slow my body down. She also wants me off the birth control and to get my thyroid checked out. Mirella means business. I'm trying to consider her ideas because she is all lean muscle and knows her stuff. After sharing that I'd just rejoined WW (kind of a lie as I havent yet...), she responds with, "Weight Watchers doesnt know shit." Clearly she has a beef with their program...

Why does every training session have to be so dramatic?!

I'd Like To Be Proven Wrong...

After having to reschedule my as-of-yet unscheduled training session 3 times now - I'm not pleased. What is it with every 24 Hour Fitness Manager being incapable of sticking to what they said they'd do?! So while I don't want to get my hopes up, I think I have my first of five training sessions tonight with "Marella." I don't use quotes as to imply that it's her alleged name, but they've moved me around to so many people now that I'm trying to remember if that's even who I'm supposed to meet up with...

So stay tuned!! It should be interesting trying to cram in five sessions before they expire on the 13th!