What started as an afternoon to a Boba/Milk Tea run, ended up as a moment of realization. Since Derrick and I are both stay at home parents, there are many opportunities for us to grab a drink during the day. Not alcoholic per se. But to grab afternoon coffee or MilkTea. A HongKong style beverage of black tea sweetened with evaporated milk. It’s pretty popular here in the Bay Area, since we live right at the border of the Silicon Valley, there are tons of great Asian Coffee Shops. After purchasing our drinks, we decided to walk around a nearby plaza to pick up some miscellaneous items. Right as we walk in a local grocery store, with our sugary drinks in our hands, we run into our old personal trainer.
The last time we hired our personal trainer was a year and a half ago Spring of 2013. We hired him in fitness and health preparation for a backpacking trip to Thailand, and shortly after we return hiking up Half Dome at Yosemite National Park. With the correct guidance of a personal trainer, he was able to not only get me down 20lbs under 3 months, but also boost my confidence, educate me in nutritional meals, gain a healthy consistent lifestyle, and also rehab old sports injuries that helped strengthen those untouched muscles.
We caught up with our trainer, reminisced over our last performance on were we left off, and laughed about we’re physically where we were now. Completely embarrassed, (also because we had a high sugary drink at hand), and also having gained a couple pounds, I knew this was a sign. We ended the conversation with scheduling a meet up on a new contact. When, tomorrow.
So here we go, #JourneyTo30. I thought I was able to do this alone, but with the motivation of a personal trainer, and holding down consistency, I’m determined to lose the weight sooner than ever. Having a role model, gaining major encouragement, and having someone to push me to sweat and cry at the same time is what I need.
Let’s make my fat cry shall we?