Well, today I show up to the gym for my weekly torture session with Carlos. After doing 20 minutes of cardio, he tells me it's measurements day. Yippee! (she typed sarcastically) I jump on the scale and.....gulp! I'm up a pound. (dun dun dun!)
Carlos: "How was Thanksgiving?"
K, so my scale at home says I'm not losing, but my pants are fitting a tad bit looser, so that's a good thing, right?
So after he measures and pinches and types it all into his computer, we set to train. 30 minutes later I'm sweating my butt off and he says, "Let's go in here" heading towards the basketball court.
"Ugh!," I say, "I'm not runnin'."
"Sure ya are....gimme three laps." he says.
And to think I pay him dearly for this torture. How lucky is he? :)
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