Weight Loss Programs - What to Consider
It is the end of the first week of the new year 2010 and already those purposefully inked-down resolutions are being edited, or worst case, deleted from our diary. 'Get body bikini-ready by summer.' We tried so hard on day one. Met the new trainer, the swanky Euro Stephan who was definitely not impressed by our regime. Threw out the candy canes, gave away all the pies. Yessirree--no sweets in our fridge!Day two, we scurried, head down, right by Starbies without even being tempted to use one of our stocking-stuffer gift cards.Day three, encouraged by Stephan, we made ourselves drink all yucky 32 ounces of that fancy French soapy tasting mineral water that supposedly sheds fat in his country. (Ha!)
By day four, we were so sore from the new trainer's advice to do more crunches that we have to admit we aimlessly went to the post-holiday Sales, instead of the gym. But we felt bad, so we rode our bike to the shops instead of driving. Day 4 was a bad day--we bought new boots, and a pair of jeans--that fit us NOW.
The fifth day we lifted ourselves out of the post-purchase depression, headed for the gym after a freshly squeezed lemon juice, shaved ginger and fresh mint tea, wearing the new boots and jeans, but got a latte on the way home after the gruelling crunches overseen by the now testy Stephan.On day 6 we just went straight for the caffeine, skipped the gym.Yesterday, day 7, the jeans seemed tight, so we grovelled to the trainer to 'up' our program-- we ended up panting like show ponies on the eliptical.
As we close out our first week today we review our best intentions and well-meaning plans-- we've already had that extra latte today and its not even lunch!Looking for guidance we came across these sageful tidbits from those gorgeous creatures known as Victoria's Secret Angels--uber models who grace their catwalks and the covers of their catalogues of under and swim wear. Not a dimple, not a ripple on them, we mused that maybe they held the 'real' secret (and we don't mean Victoria's, whoever she is!) to beautiful toned and tanned beach-ready bodies for Summer 2010.
By day four, we were so sore from the new trainer's advice to do more crunches that we have to admit we aimlessly went to the post-holiday Sales, instead of the gym. But we felt bad, so we rode our bike to the shops instead of driving. Day 4 was a bad day--we bought new boots, and a pair of jeans--that fit us NOW.
The fifth day we lifted ourselves out of the post-purchase depression, headed for the gym after a freshly squeezed lemon juice, shaved ginger and fresh mint tea, wearing the new boots and jeans, but got a latte on the way home after the gruelling crunches overseen by the now testy Stephan.On day 6 we just went straight for the caffeine, skipped the gym.Yesterday, day 7, the jeans seemed tight, so we grovelled to the trainer to 'up' our program-- we ended up panting like show ponies on the eliptical.
As we close out our first week today we review our best intentions and well-meaning plans-- we've already had that extra latte today and its not even lunch!Looking for guidance we came across these sageful tidbits from those gorgeous creatures known as Victoria's Secret Angels--uber models who grace their catwalks and the covers of their catalogues of under and swim wear. Not a dimple, not a ripple on them, we mused that maybe they held the 'real' secret (and we don't mean Victoria's, whoever she is!) to beautiful toned and tanned beach-ready bodies for Summer 2010.
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