Personal Trainer NYC - ClientB

Friday, May 26, 2006

fat esme on a bike that goes nowhere

From Terri: "Don't forget you guys - blogging has to be done twice/week....."
I never had a blog before this. I didn't even consider it. I always took the words "diary" and "journal" to mean very personal accounts. Like a private purge. Or dollar-store therapy. So actually going through the motions to set up a cyber platform for this seemed to me something only someone with an extraordinarily exciting life should do. Someone who has a life so absolutely fascinating that they are willing to forgo all sense of privacy for the sake of sharing that brilliance that they've been blessed with with readers who can't seem to get to work and order a real book. So, this is worse than a literary documentary. My life isn't thrilling. I'm blogging about blubber, elephant thighs and rolls of fat, and the attempts to whittle them down to a size resembling some ideals of minor self-esteem.
That having been said. I worked with Terri on Wednesday at noon. It's Friday and I am happily sore. I feel like an asshole doing exercises involving quick movements or balance. I'm happier to just lift things or stand still and watch. But I want to be thin more than anything sometimes. And I don't know how much of this has to do with living in NYC among waifish foreign models, or just me wanting to forever take up less space. As it is, I use organic cotton bags, refillable cups and contribute to landfills as little as possible. In a blog, everything is a foggy metaphor. Don't accept plastic.

Thursday, May 11, 2006

sleeping with fat esme

I exercise a little on my own (sans Terri), but not for a consecutive hour... I'll do some push-ups, crunches, etc., then get back to work (Sitting at a desk, on the computer, on the phone, or in a chair across from a client, listening...). I'm trying to figure out what to do to stop being so exhausted. The obvious answer is to get more sleep but that never seems to happen. I don't want to take drugs, but I feel so absolutely tired. Also, I think from exercising, my veins in my arms are becoming more pronounced. (v-ay-n-s)... (pronounced) (sorry). I think exercise relieves stress. Sometimes I do push-ups and think about my mother. Or my significant other. Better than being violent. Who knows? I think Terri should offer nap sessions. Like, you can pay her to go nap on a mat on her floor. Like in kindergarden. If adults are going to spend this much money to help themselves get healthy and in shape, sleep should be approached on the same plane. Agree?
love, esme

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Fat Esme Strikes Again

I stink. I made a promise to do this blog and then I forgot about it. I don't even know who reads this. I'm sorry to dissapoint my readers. (Terri.) (Phoenix, perhaps.)
Anyway, I went to Terri today for a class and worked on stuff for legs mostly. I feel like I'm getting a little better with arms and stomach, but my legs still seem like tornados of lard purging from my hips. Terri is amazing. I try to sweat a little bit and get some muscle, but she also listens to me bitch about my screwey life problems. She offers some great advice on how to keep a romantic relationship going. She's the expert in finding self worth. I really recommend her to everyone on all levels. She'll give you physical self-esteem, and teach you how to teach someone not to fuck with you. I hope I can write that on here.
Should I write something technical? She measured me and I shrunk down some inches from when I started. Also, I bought a skirt that is a size Small. Seriously. For a fat girl, this is quite euphoric. I'll keep jiggling my ass down Broadway and pulling out my credit card. She's so worth it.