October 19, 2006
meet maria.
yesterday i said "there has to be a better solution than this."
a few moments later, i saw this photo on my friend vanessa's flickr page. here was an intimidatingly buff woman with nevertheless a kind looking face (even as she gazed at her intimidating bicep). underneath the photo, vanessa wrote:
My client is a personal trainer. If you want to look like this and you live in Austin, Texas, contact me and I'll send you her info! =)
soon after, vee sent me her info. i looked at her website, her fees, and sent her an email of contact.
maria called me an hour later.
this morning, i spent an hour at her in-home gym, discussing whether or not we'd be suited to work together.
maria: ridiculously athletic, dedicated, former airforce officer, who was lovingly called "the punisher" by those she trained in the military.
bananie: um. well, look at me. i pat myself on the back for 30 minutes of cardio and some freeweights. i'm the girl who could never even do ONE chinup in gym class. (damn you, presidential fitness award!)
we shook on it. i paid her. i start tomorrow.
maria is convinced--because i convinced her--that i am at a point in my life to make significant changes in the way i live. i'm going to be 28 next week, which is not old by any stretch of the imagination, but still. it's not like it is going to get any easier to claim a fit bananie body.
also. two days off seroquel, and i feel awake and alert and capable of exerting some energy. what better mood stabilizer than some good old sweat? hopefully, i will sleep better too.
back to tomorrow. i signed up for her most "involved" 3 month program, which requires working out together 3 times a week, careful watching of my food and beverage intake (although i don't have to count calories unless i want to. "i'm not that anal" she reassures me.), and regular monitoring of my BMI.
did i mention that i paid her already?
i confess that i'm experiencing a little pre-first day of school jitters, along with a healthy dose of buyers remorse. yesterday, i was bemoaning my emotional state while eating potato chips. tomorrow i start working with an airforce personal trainer?!
at least i continue to keep everyone, including myself, on their toes.
if you don't want to read about this adventure i am about to undertake, you may want to steer clear of bananieworld for a few months. if you want to come along with me, however, i will obviously be talking about it a lot over here. oh, and i will be posting photos at flickr to monitor my progress.
think of it as non-celebrity fit club. and i'm tina yothers. yeah!
Posted by bananie at October 19, 2006 9:28 PM | TrackBack
Good for you Annie!
Twenty-eight? You're just a baby! I turned 40 and I still can't haul my ass to Pilates three times a week.
Posted by: Lisa at October 20, 2006 5:51 PMHA! That's fantastic. I've always wanted to do a boot camp of this sort. I never could (still can't) do a chin up or flexed arm hang. Once I passed the sit-ups portion of the physical fitness test. That might have been 3rd grade. I still remember. Other than that, my gym teacher hated me. I mean, it's like giving grades in handwriting or something. I can't help it if I run slow! Now I work a phenominally physical day job. I carry freakin' mannequins around and move furniture and assemble oddly awkward and unusually heavy fixtures and things at a department store. Geez. Talk about a girl with biceps. ;) Window dresser/Featherweight fighter... Good luck! You can do it!! You'll feel great.
Posted by: Amy D at October 20, 2006 6:42 PMI am so excited for you. I agree that sweat is a good mood stabilizer. In fact, it's seen me through some dark seasons.
I hope you find your center in this opportunity. Go Bananie!
Posted by: flibbityflu at October 20, 2006 10:13 PM