This has been a long time coming. I think I am finally in a place where I am beginning to love ME again. For years I didn't. My body still isn't as slim or hard as I would like it to be, but that is OK.
Last week Superman measured me again. I lost big in several places, and actually gained a quarter inch on my biceps. When he's training me, Superman likes to occasionally provide extra resistance by grabbing the machine and pushing/ pulling to make the negative harder. It's kind of become a game to us. Thursday I was doing preacher curls and he was trying to pull the bar down (and I had to prevent it). He literally had to stagger his feet and work to pull the bar! He's commented that he didn't expect his part to be so HARD :)
Quite often lately, he tells me that I am the strongest female client he has, or I squat heavier than any female gym member he knows of. A few weeks ago I had a surreal moment during a session with him. I looked in the mirror, and noticed the way my arm and shoulder muscles were moving before I noticed my love handles. Honestly, the love handles aren't bad anymore...
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