I'm not going to lie to you - I was pretty proud of my efforts last week. I sauteed spinach for lunch - made salmon for dinner - ate apples for snacks - and smoothies, did I make smoothies! I ran on the treadmill, spent 30 minutes on that crazy-ass stair machine in the back corner of the gym (Tracey's idea), walked the dog miles upon miles, and I even made it to my 8am cycling class! So, when I hopped on the scale Sunday morning I was certain I'd see great results. What I saw, however, was this....
Plus three! As in not only did I not lose any weight but I had GAINED THREE POUNDS. Excuse my language, but WTF???
Later that morning I laughed about it with a friend - "Can you believe I did everything right and I gained three pounds? Maybe I should just sit on my ass and eat bonbons. The result might be better". But by the time I reached Hyam on Tuesday for our personal training session I wasn't laughing anymore. Reality had set in and I was pretty disappointed. Obviously I hadn't done everything right. Obviously I had done a lot of things wrong.
I guess the Fitness Gods were shining down on me this morning, as it turned out that Hyam had time in her schedule not just to kick my butt, but to give my mind a little work out too. We chatted for awhile about changes I've made, ones I need to make and the importance of really, truly committing to all of them. It's really easy to talk a good game, it's not so easy to actually play one.
People often ask me what I love so much about Clay. Sometimes I stumble over my words to answer this not because I don't know what to say, but rather because I have so much to say. This morning was a good example why Clay is the place for me. I needed a really hard work out this morning. (And trust me, I got that!) But I needed more than just a trainer to run me through the exercises. I needed someone who cared about me and my success not just so she could say she helped me, but because she truly wants my life to be better. I needed someone who listened not just to the words I was saying, but to the meaning behind those words. I needed Hyam.
I walked in to Clay this morning feeling pretty low, but I walked out feeling like a million bucks (a sweaty, stinky, bound-to-be-really-sore-tomorrow million bucks, but a million bucks nonetheless). That is what I love so much about Clay.