My life is full of men. The Captain, kid#1 and kid#2 are the ones it revolves around.
Today, I met another man who is pretty much in charge of everything I do in the next 5 weeks.
Corey is my personal trainer. A proper, fully buff personal trainer.
I’ve never had a trainer before. Other than group class leaders and of course my info from Michelle Bridges on the 12wbt, the only person involved in my health and fitness pursuits was me.
I met with Corey today to make a plan. We had the getting to know you chat and I saw his eyes widen at the idea of me nearly 35kg heavier. “That would’ve been … big”
I told him I would ask the impossible. 5 weeks from today I’ll be in Sydney with my friends celebrating the end of round three of the 12wbt. I’ll be doing a group work-out with THOUSANDS of other people. I’ll be going to an amazing party, wearing a fitted slinky evening dress for the first time since my last school formal (and this dress is in a smaller size too!)
So many of my goals have been met by my own hard work. But a few are missing.
Corey’s mission is to strip off the last of the kilos off me. To get me the muscle definition I desperately want. My part of the deal is to understand that I haven’t given him enough time. To commit to his workout schedule 10000% and to make my diet cleaner than I could ever have imagined.
It’s going to be hard. But I’m ready. And I’m excited to show you the results at the end of it.
Let the brutal games begin!