I went for my first session with the personal trainer (PT) on Wednesday, the one who is "used to working with the elderly" - it was fantastic. The PT is a really, really nice woman. She is annoyingly gorgeous and has a revoltingly hot body, AND she is a lovely person. And clever! She is a qualified attorney. Clever, pretty and smart! And used to working with the elderly, WHAT A WIN! Marko is very excited and wants to know whether he can have a 'personal session' with her (he is also used to 'working with the elderly', being married to me). I said fine, as long as it doesn't involve me.
The first session was just a fitness assessment (hideously unfit) where I had to do as many sit ups as I could in a minute (one), how many squats (two) or whatever they are called etc. She then took a few measurements and wrote it all down on a sheet. And then she weighed me. Amazingly I had lost 5 kgs since I joined the gym, which just goes to show - just by joining a gym, you can lose weight, even if you never actually go. WIN! I only have 10kgs to go (I think that converts to about 22 pounds or 14,000 donuts).
It was definitely the right decision to sign up with a PT. There is no way I would have gone if left to my own devices. Who knows, I might even get to like this whole exercise / being fit thing. Maybe. First proper session on Monday. I'll be there, leotard and legwarmer a-ready.