I did not do as well as I would have hoped.
I put on two pounds and a quarter-inch around my waist. My bust and hips stayed the same. My percentage of body fat increased slightly, by something like 1%. I lost a quarter-inch each off my arms and my thighs.
This gym thing does not appear to be working well for me, does it?
But honestly, the numbers didn’t disturb me too much. (Well, if I’m totally truthful, the additional two pounds were a bit of a blow, but why should I be totally truthful here? So just ignore that part, okay?) As the trainer said to me, they’re only numbers, and since I don’t really have a lot of inches or weight to lose, a quarter-inch or a pound here and there won’t make a real difference to my body. I didn’t go into this to lose inches and pounds (or even centimetres and kilograms). That’s not my motivation. I simply want to be stronger and to have toned arms. I want to do a man push-up!
Besides, as I previously wrote, I actually have noticed a positive difference in my body, even if the measuring tape and the scale haven’t. And who should I believe, myself or some inanimate objects manipulated by some muscle-y woman trainer? I mean, there could be all kinds of variables at play here! What if she measured wrong? What if the scale isn’t quite accurate when, say, the barometric pressure changes? What if my apparel this time was thicker and heavier than what I wore last time?
Anyway, I’ve resolved to just carry on doing what I’ve been doing: gym three times a week, brisk walk once or twice a week, try to eat healthily – and try to ignore the fact that DD lost four pounds and around 10 inches in total.
If she wasn’t my daughter, I’d be really pissed, I think.