As sweet and wonderful as that sounds, I'm done being so "huggable". In the 3 weeks I've been seeing a trainer, I've lost 6.6 pounds. WOOO!HOOO!
That's about 1.5 pounds more than a standard bag of flour you buy at the grocery store.
There are two machines I can't decide if I love or hate. I hate them when my trainer makes me use them. I love them when I see the results.
I give you "The Leg Lift" thingie (I don't know what it's called but that's what I call it.)
And the ever-torturous
This machine doesn't say it, but the one at my gym has 'BUTT BLASTER' written in fancy script across the top. I'm thankful this one is kept in the corner because as effective as it is, it ain't pretty to watch.
My sore muscles say today is a good day. My sore muscles need a hot tub, though.