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My very own Magic Mike

So anyone who knows me knows that I am NEVER happy with my weight/appearance – except when I did South Beach back in 2003 but I digress.

I always feel fat,  and having 4 kids and 3 c-sections (in my mid to late 30s) did NOT help matters. It used to be if I wanted to lose weight, I would walk for like a month and cut out some carbs and presto – my pants fit again. Well those days are long gone.

I decided I did not want to become a frumpy mom. I know I will never be a MILF, and/or Stiffler or even Stacy’s Mom, but there is no reason I can’t work with what I got right???

My office has a gym (there are rumors that it won’t be around much longer) and a year ago I started working out at lunch. For motivation, I started working out with Sam (26yo who has worked in my office since he was in high school). Let me tell you a little about Sam.

Sam is VERY in shape. He is a work out freak and very into nutrition and being healthy. You can ask him about any diet fad or even what kind of snack to eat and he will give you an in depth answer with back-up.

Sam’s mom raised him right because he is THE most polite guy around. Not only does he hold doors, and let women go first, he also tells you that you look nice and will comment on an outfit.  

If I didn’t know him, I would probably NEVER work out in front of him, but he has worked here so long, I could care less if he sees me in my yoga pants. I tell him all the time that I am old enough to be his step-mother – and he always tells me NO WAY you are not old at all!  

Sam was not happy with me when I stopped going to the gym. He would come by my cube and ask me to go but I always made an excuse. Eventually he stopped asking and started working out with someone else in the office. Everything was fine until….

My pants got snug. Yikes how can that be? I guess I ate one too many Cheez-Its (let’s not even talk about the leftover fries from the kids). I complained and pouted and finally decided that on August 1st I would go back to the gym. However, I needed motivation and a trainer so I went back to my old pal Sam.

Turns out Sam is taking classes to actually become a personal trainer (he is PERFECT for this) and said he would love to work with me. However, Sam said I had to incorporate weights into my “plan” because muscle burns more fat yada yada yada.

Well yesterday was August 1st and wouldn’t you know it, Sam remembered. He started emailing me in the morning asking what body parts I wanted to work (ummm none) on and what ideas I had (magic pill that makes me thin). Ugh, I wanted to bail, I just didn’t feel like going to the gym but Sam was persistent.

At 1:03pm he arrived at my desk and escorted me to the gym – he made us take the stairs! I pouted and complained but he just ignored me.

Once in the gym, Sam become Mr. Trainer and told me he would do his best but it was up to me to do my best if I wanted to see results (this made me chuckle a little). He then proceeded to show me various  things that would firm up my arms. Sure, no problem how hard could it be.

O-M-G was all I could say. Sam was not kidding when he said to keep my elbows straight and “in the pocket” as he added more weight to the machine. When I would laugh or beg to stop he would tell me to do 3 more and that I was doing great (I told you he is VERY nice).

Finally after sit ups with some ball, it was time for the work out to end. My arms were killing me and I was a little tired. Sam said that was just an orientation and that we would “go hard” starting next week.

I have no idea how long I will keep this up but I have to at least try it. Besides, there are worse things to look at during lunch. 

ps – Sam did NOT want me to take his picture but I begged. I promise to post one of him in work-out clothes soon so you can fully appreciate his “professionalism”


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3 thoughts on “My very own Magic Mike

  1. Mrs. Jeter on said:

    Shout out to Sam from Mrs. Jeter!!!! He reminds me of Mr. Jeter (not Derek-my Mr. Jeter) in so many ways- he even resembles him. He may be nicer though :). My words of advice to him in dealing with you are (1) positive reinforcement (keep commenting on the outfits and how great she’s doing- note to Sam: mention lip gloss and cute shoes and she’s yours!) (2) not accepting her lame-o excuses and (3) showing her proof of results- like using a tape measure (NOT a scale Sam-the scale is her evil nemesis) . She never thinks it’s working. And make her eat (the whole it takes calories to burn calories doesn’t go over well with her). Good luck, Sam! I don’t envy you. Haha.

  2. Allie Zuefle on said:

    I should say something encouraging here, however my mind is pretty much where yours is…I am certain that there is not a muscle or area I want to work (infact I have spoken to all body parts and they say “hey look there is the couch!!”) and I am all for the Magic Pill…HOWEVER…Sam is CUTE. And I felt the need to point that out 🙂

  3. terri basile on said:

    i agree sam is cute and committed to helping u, what more could u want except the magic pill

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