The first time I saw Lacey working with a client at Bally's, I KNEW she would be good for me. And she is. Lacey and I met for the first time last night. We spent about a 1/2 hour, 45 minutes just talking. I told her about my PCOS, which makes it difficult for me to lose weight. I told her about what I've been doing these last couple of weeks with the Daily Plate. She agreed that 2000 calories is a good goal right now. We also talked about my desire to get my body ready for a baby. She had an encouraging story about her cousin (everyone seems to know someone or BE someone for whom getting pregnant was difficult).
After we talked, she took me out in the (dun dun dun.....) MAIN PART OF THE GYM. I've been relegating myself to the women's section of the gym, even though really, it doesn't matter to me where I'm at. It's kind of like, "Hi, everyone. This is me. Love me or leave me. I'm trying to get healthy and that's all I care about." Anyway, Lacey put me on an (dun dun dun.....) Elliptical machine!!! I had never been on one because I had always heard they kick your butt. Well, they sure DO! And Lacey's idea of "a quick, 5-minute warm up" is waaaaaay different than mine. After 10 minutes of "oh-my-gosh-I'm-gonna-die" breathing and sweating on that *&^% machine, finally, Lacey reappeared. She goes, "Wasn't that fun?" I go, "Uh. Eee. Yeah." She goes, "Ok! Great! Let's go work out!"
WHAT??? EXCUSE ME??? I thought that WAS my work out??!!
Ok, so. I collected my thoughts and followed her to the trainer/client room. This room is really cool. It's got all kinds of equipment in it and it only fits like 2 people at a time. It gives the client a chance to get a private assessment and also learn how to use some of the equipment at the gym. Anyway, we took my measurements and determined my BMI, which was surprisingly lower than I thought it was going to be.
Then the fun began.
The next 20 minutes consisted of doing squats, a routine on the step, wall sitting, lunges, planks, laterals, throwing a medicine ball in the air, and stretching. At one point, I literally thought I was going to throw up! (instead, I just spent 20 minutes after the work out in the bathroom!) Lacey asked, "How are your legs feeling?" I go, "Heh. Like jell-o." She goes, "Good." HA!
At the end of the 20 minutes, I'm thinkin, "Yes. I made it. Phew. It was hard, but I did it." Right about then, Lacey goes, "Well, I'm sorry we didn't get a full work out. How about we schedule another complimentary session for next week?"
"Of course. Sounds great. Sign me up."
So, next Tuesday, the torture, er I mean, 'work out' continues.........