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We can re-build her - make her stronger...

Today, I am meeting with my new personal trainer. I had one before I got pregnant, but haven't been back to the gym in years. Now that I'm thin again, what I really need to do is tone. Because of my illness, I'm afraid of weight training. I don't want to do it wrong and make things worse for myself (which is why I had a trainer before. I need someone to help me to do the exercises correctly). We don't really have the money for a trainer, but I took the money out of my savings. I need to do this. I need to try to become stronger. If I become fit and strong, maybe I can keep the illness from progressing. Who knows, maybe I'll even start to feel better. I keep having the bionic woman words go through my head - 'We can re-build her - make her stronger.' I wish...
I'm meeting with the trainer today to go over my illness with him. I'm bringing all of my documentation and exercises from when I had physical therapy. he's being pro-active and wants to make sure he's well informed before we start next week. I can't do it this week because I'm still having a flare up from the medication fiasco I had last week. I was able to get an emergency doctor to give me a prescription over the weekend for my old meds, but it was already too late & I need time for it to start working again. It's bad today. I'm hoping I'll be able to get in to see my doctor before I go to the gym. So by Monday, I'll be ok for my first session with the personal trainer.
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Missy said…
Hey, Erren. Just adding to your comment thread for you. Hope it went well and he can re-build you and make you stronger (I also hope he's cute). xoxo
6:53 PM
Roy said…
Erren, I like the new photos! You have done so well with the weight loss! You look great, but always did. I'm so glad you started blogging again. It's nice to see what you are up to. Hope the comments keep coming for you :)
9:12 PM
Erren said…
Roy, Thank you, but I'm not so sure you would have said so when I was 50+ lbs heavier (yes, I said 50). I once had a boyfriend who would joke by saying he would love me until I hit 170(lbs) and at my heaviest, I think he would have run for his life :-) To his credit, maybe he would have made exception to my having a baby, but I thought of his words every time I stepped on that scale and jumped for joy when it went under 170!
Missy,
Thank you - You dirty old lady! He's like 25 - I'm not really checking him out!
9:11 PM
Anthony said…
Just wanted to say hello! I was checking on the pond hopper. Hope you are doing well and talk to you soon via skype or facebook. Say hi to Wayne and Ethan from your friend on the other side of the pond. : )
Ps- You should write a book!
11:21 PM
Erren said…
Ant, You are awesome and I love you (plus I'm drunk, but still love you) thanks sweetie xxxx
11:40 PM
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