It's Not Waterboarding, But It's Still Torture

I've told you before about all of my attempts at losing weight. Yeah, I'm just calling it weight. I can't even think about calling it baby weight since Cooper is almost 5, but it's been hanging around my middle since Cooper was a baby.

I've done Weight Watchers, NutriSystem, HerbaLife, and I'm sure I'm forgetting some of them. The only program that was successful for me was Atkins, but the zero carb diet was terribly unhealthy and had to be abandoned, resulting in eliminating most of my success.

Don't think I've run the gamut only with dieting. I've tried it all with exercising as well. I started out with spin classes, which was my favorite program so far. Even with sweating through hour-long spin classes three to five times a week, I never lost more than five pounds. I've grown to love the elliptical at the gym the past two years, but I've never been regular with my gym-going habits. When I get an hour to spend with the elliptical or treadmill at the gym, it's great. But my love handles are proof that one to three days a week in the gym just doesn't cut it. The only program I've been committed to was P90X, which I did in conjunction with the Atkins diet last year. As I said before, I definitely lost weight during that time, but I couldn't continue the 60-90 minute workouts six days a week after the initial three month program. So, the success I did have was short-lived. Jillian Michael's 30-Day Shred didn't even make me break a sweat, and my Wii Active is impossible to workout with as the kids are always in the way once they know I'm playing the Wii.

I can give you an excuse for every pound I need to lose. I'm a super busy working mom. I never wanted or needed to learn healthy eating habits before having Cooper. Working around Daniel's ever-changing schedule is impossible. I could go on and on, but that doesn't get me sliding comfortably into my skinny jeans.

I can't think of anything else to do on my own that I haven't already done, so this week I took the plunge and brought someone else into the equation. On a whim, I had a conversation Monday night with Abigail's head swim coach about his personal training services. Just a few minutes into the conversation, it was no longer a whim, and Adam was making plans to be at my house the next morning. Tomorrow, Friday, he'll be at my house for my third session. The past three days have been a blur of running and jogging and sprinting and kettlebells and plank positions with a balance ball. My sessions with Adam have been puke-inducing, and I've made myself get out on my own to run. I'm financially committed for at least a month and Adam is planning to work with me for at least a month longer than that.

I still don't know what I've gotten myself into, but I do know that I will sue Adam for pain and misery if I don't end up skinny.