Three months into training!

It’s hard to believe that it’s already been 14 weeks! In those 14 weeks, I’ve managed to lose ~17 pounds (which I liberally round up to 20, depending on the company) and a staggering two pant sizes!

Woohoo!

I assure you though, it hasn’t been all early morning work outs and protein shakes. I don’t do mornings. Ask my trainer Tara. As for protein shakes, I do have a new and surprising love of flax seed. Go figure.

There have been all the expected ups & downs with the training, including a person favorite email to Tara:

So if there’s a wagon, I’m the lump on the side of the road that fell off… and that sounded a hell of a lot funnier in my head… After spending all Thursday in bed with a side of ginger ale, I proceeded to skip the gym for the rest of the week & weekend (even though I was feeling just fine by Thursday night). Not good. Not good at all.

And now, 14 weeks in & 20 weeks from the walk, today surprised me.

“Time for your favorite,” Tara practically sang in a playfully menacing and completely forboding way. “Grab a ball.”

Ever since my last blog, Tara has joked about my “favorite” (i.e., the bane of my existence) exercise and added “fun” (i.e., completely impossible) variations to it. Always hard and never pretty, the Triple Threat superset reduces me to a puffing, sweaty mess.

Today was no different. Except, somehow my burning muscles safely protected under layers of fat managed to lift my butt off the ground higher than ever before!!!

What?? My muscles are getting stronger?? What?? Triple Threat is getting easier?? What?? This training thing is actually working??

I was excited. All the way through the last sets where I returned to my puffing, sweaty mess barely inching my butt off the ground, I remembered those precious early sets where I saw the difference.

Fourteen weeks later and the hard work is paying off!