To your trainer. Lex means business. That much is clear. He let me have it today. I’m not even kidding. This is pretty much how the day went…
Lex: Have you been following the diet?
Me: Pretty much.
Wrong answer. He moved the incline on the treadmill from 12 to 30. It was crazy!
Lex: What are you drinking daily?
Me: Water, coffee…
Wrong answer. 10 more reps of this awful, horrible back exercise.
Lex: What’s your favorite number?
Me: Five (big fat lie, it’s actually twenty-two)
Wrong answer. Take that times five. OMG!
Lex: Are you enjoying this?
Me: Yes. (Again with the lies)
Wrong answer. Increase the weight another 20 pounds.
I’d like to curl up and whimper right now. Crying would take too much effort. I’d like a nice big bottle of water and a Vicodin please. And someone to carry me to my bed. Heck! I’d settle for dragging me to bed.
Cardio tomorrow. 15 incline, 2.5 speed, 30 minutes. I can totally do that.