POE Fittness Challenge

Congratulations Sue! That's a great feeling isn't it? I am happy for you. Keep up the good work.

Okay dear friends, I'm with you also now! I have to have a knee replacement and have been told it would help if I lost some weight. They reckon 3 to 6 months on the waiting list but that gives me a little bit of time to knock a few pounds off, I hope!! Although I stand over 6 feet tall, my current weight is 21 stone 9 pounds. I haven't worked out the equivalent in kilo's but either way it's far too much so Rick your 'shoulder to shoulder buddy' has to shrink a bit!

For my birthday this year, my best friend (the dear) purchased a week of personal training at the local health club for me. 

 
I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Belinda, who identified herself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear. 
 
The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress. So here it is.

 
MONDAY: 
Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Belinda waiting for me. She is something of a Greek goddess with blonde hair, dancing eyes and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!! Belinda gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I enjoyed watching the skilful way in which she conducted her aerobics class after my work out today.
Very inspiring! Belinda was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time she was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week!

 
TUESDAY: 
I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. 
Belinda made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then she put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. Belinda's rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT! It's a whole new life for me. 

 
WEDNESDAY: 
The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a Mini in the club car park. 
Belinda was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members. Her voice is a little too perky for early in the morning and when she scolds, she gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying. My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Belinda put
Me on the stair monster. Why the Hell would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Belinda told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. She said some other sh*t too. 

 
THURSDAY: 
Belinda was waiting for me with her vampire-like teeth exposed
as her thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't 
help being a half an hour late, it took me that long to tie my shoes. Belinda took me to work out with dumbbells. When she was not looking, I ran and hid in the Toilet. She sent another skinny b*tch to find me. Then, as punishment, she put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank.

 
FRIDAY: 
 I hate that b*tch Belinda more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anaemic, anorexic little aerobics instructor . If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat her with it. 
Belinda wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the bloody barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich. The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher.  

 
SATURDAY: 
Belinda left a message on my answering machine in her grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing her made me want to smash the machine with my planner. I even lacked the strength to use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of telly text. 

 
SUNDAY: 

 I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my so called best friend (the little sh*t) will choose a gift for me that is fun like a root canal or a hysterectomy. I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!!