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I started my workout regimen last week to meet one of of my New Year’s resolutions. It consists of cardio for 30min, treadmill or elliptical, and about 40min of a strength training using Fluidity.

My husband and I do cardio together after our kid has gone to bed. We catch up on what we Tivo’d or watch movies. The next movie queued is Super Bad.

Then I do my Fluidity workout. I have graduated to the Intermediate workout from Beginner. The Intermediate workout has more challenging arm work. Unfortunately for me, it also has more challenging leg work. But I want that Biel butt and dancer’s body, so I will keep at it.

I think my routine is working, even after only a week. My jeans fit better and my muscles are sore.

I worked out with a personal trainer yesterday. The last time I set foot in the gym was in December. Yes, it took me that long to peel my butt off the couch.

I have been gone so long, I didn’t even know my trainer left. Oh, well. I was not that happy with him anyway. My new trainer is cool.

It’s getting to that time of year. I need to have tone a butt and legs for when the UPS guy sees me running out of the office to get some pants on before I open the door.

I went to my first Hip Hop dance class tonight. Wow, I have no rythym. I am going back though. I figure with enough classes talent might rub off on me. At one point a 70 year old woman came into the class. Hmm. I wasn’t paying attention to her. I couldn’t get my feet to mind my brain. I looked up at some point and she was gone. Maybe she was more of a Heavy Metal person than Hip Hop.

I hired a personal trainer the other week. $80/month gets me two 1/2 hour sessions a month. I am disappointed though. The guy who sold me the package is not my trainer. Part of the reason I bit was because he was cute, built and funny. I’m married with children. I am allowed to look. My trainer is a younger guy, as built, as cute, not as funny. Actually, he has the sense of humor of a rock. But I didn’t get a personal trainer to laugh. It’s to cry.

My personal trainer, Henry, gave me a sample meal plan. 1200 calories spread over 5 meals. Are you kidding me? I kept asking him where the food was and why he was starving me. He relented and gave me a 1500 calorie meal plan.

My first workout with him was for the upper body. I don’t remember much except the barbell curls. I remember this because I could not straighten my arms for three days. I never knew that the smell of Bengay could be so welcome. I gotta say though, it was a great excuse to get my husband to do more around the house. “Honey, the kid wants to be picked up and my arms hurt.” “Honey, can you do the dishes? I can’t unbend my elbows.”

I decided to stick to working out and eating right, though. I’ve only worked out maybe two days a week for the last 4 weeks. I haven’t lost any weight, but one daycare teacher commented on how I look really good and asked what I had been doing differently. Now that’s what personal trainers should do for customer retention, get random people to ask their clients what they have been doing to look so good.