Five Reasons You Need a Personal Trainer
But when I got close enough to pick them up, I saw this
Why WHY, I ask you, is there a decapitated mouse literally STUCK to the end of my 15-pound weight? Was it running from the kitty and kamikazed into it? And where, exactly, is the other half of this rodent? I have so many questions. I’m perplexed. I’m disgusted. I’m frightened. I can’t even talk about it. I’m permanently altered as a result of this traumatic event.
I thought I’d keep this post short and sweet this week. Christmas is almost here, and if you aren’t spending time with the people you love…well, you should be. As much as I *heart* that you’re reading my blog, I’d much rather hear that you’re drinking hot chocolate with your kids or meeting your best friend at Starbucks after shopping.
Or that you’re in my basement looking for the top half of my rodent friend.
So without further adieu, I will have yet ANOTHER awkward segue, and tell you a few reasons why I think you should ask Santa for a gift certificate to hire your very own personal trainer after the holidays.
Pounds that are hanging onto my thighs like a frightened toddler.
I’m finding in all the panting, sweating and post workout muscle aches, I’m losing some inches and *surprise* really enjoy working with a trainer. Best of all, I haven’t been mean to him at ALL.
So in the spirit of giving, this Christmas season, I give you
FIVE REASONS YOU NEED A PERSONAL TRAINER
Reason One: A personal trainer will sit down and perform a comprehensive assessment of you and your fitness goals. Then he/she will structure a workout plan to fit your needs. He/she will also walk you through every exercise and help you maintain proper form—a necessity if you want maximum results and minimal injury.
Reason Two: There is something about making an appointment and paying a few dollars to keep you from rolling over and pressing the snooze alarm.
Reason Three: It’s great to have someone hand you a set of heavy weights, look you in the eye and say, “You’re strong…you can do this. Come on, I’ll do it with you.”
Reason Four: A personal trainer will push you harder than you’ll ever push yourself.
Reason Five: : Nothing says “motivation to lose weight” like having a strange man wrap a tape measure around the largest part of your butt, and then write down the number. In the middle of a public fitness facility.
So go right now and write Santa a little letter asking him to bring you a personal trainer for Christmas. Then go have some hot chocolate with your kids or go meet your best friend at Starbucks.
And if you happen to see the top half of my rodent friend, please put him in a ziplock in a far away dumpster, and then please, please thoroughly sanitize the area in which he was found.
I have no words to express how traumatized I am about that mouse.
But I had to tell you that I loved that line "clinging to my thighs like a frightened toddler." Classic! I'm going to remember that one!
Um, ewww. I need to go scrub my eyes with soap.
Agree on the rest of the post; once i was able to actually read it for fear of seeing other random pictures of mutilated rodents.
Your permanently scarred friend Lindsey
Just stumbled onto your blog this evening and found myself laughing aloud at that picture! So GROSS! i was laughing because I love to workout and that is EXACTLY the kind of stuff that happens to me…and I'm so glad it wasn't me! and, I actually had a similar experience this past summer- my sister and I were having a playdate and she brought a bouncy chair up from her basement for my 6 mo. old…suddenly we both looked down and saw a brown fuzzy foot, screamed and threw the chair back down the basement steps for her husband to deal with– Gross, gross!! Thanks for the laugh!
Holy cow, I'm totally cracking up!
I cannot believe you found a mouse segment under your weight!
Did you ask the kids where it came from?
Girl. There is HALF of a dead mouse stuck to your weight.
LOL! LOL! LOL! I hate mice. We have had a few around our house, too – and I scream like a girl every time I see one. I don't know what I would do if I saw HALF of a dead one. Oh my goodness, bless your heart!
So you have a personal trainer AND you are doing P90X!?! You are a beast, Sandy! Whooooo!
That whole hot chocolate with the kids thing sounds good….I think I might whip up some tonight and watch It's a Wonderful Life 🙂
I appreciate you…and your blog! Thanks for being such a great motivator 🙂
Love and Hugs,
Gone were the days when I thought it was safe to read your blog while having lunch…(shudder)
I hope you find the other half. It wasn't at the bottom?
Ewwwww is right!
You go girl on the fitness results 🙂 and I wish I could go to starbucks with you.