My Trainer...

I have mentioned him earlier... maybe only once.... but I will mention him again...

He is a doll. I love him to death.... he pushes me to my limits, eggs me on, forces me to my limits, and is still there when I am not having a training session with him.

Okay, he is younger than me, but I can talk to him. We laugh and joke, even as he is pushing my body to the limit with extreme weights.

He is cute... love his smile... and his laugh...

Is it bad that I might have a crush on my trainer?

I can push myself when we work together... I feel like it's all good. When I am trying something I might struggle with, he is always there for me. He spots me, he guides, me, he helps me... even if he is pushing me beyond my comfort zone.

I have wanted to get toned for some time and wanted to lose weight... maybe this is my incentive. He has mentioned that I look like I have lost inches... my family hasn't even said anything.... maybe working out with him will help me keep on the right track to losing weight and getting trim.

*sigh*

My own little world

I am enjoying my new job. Things are great. Everyone is awesome. I am Working out at the gym, trying to step out of my comfort zone. I am training with a trainer from an NBA team. Let me tell you.... He knows how to kick my ass. But I appreciate it. He makes me work. I appreciate it.... He is totally sweet... And a real cutie! ;). I still work with wine and gourmet foods... And I am still going to school. I am tired, but I'm still moving!

 

My trainer.... *sigh"

Let me tell you a little about my trainer... he is cute... and young... and in shape.
He makes me smile, makes me laugh, and pushes me to my limits.
If I hated him so much, I wound't keep going back... and I wouldn't pay for his training.
He is so down to earth and when he is pushing my abilities, I don't question him... maybe give him funny looks, but I plow on.
I did notice though, that when he was stretching my muscles out last night, I was in my own world... no one around me but him...