Today, at the gym, I was chatting with my trainer while she, you know, told me what to do and complained while I was doing it wrong. Usual trainer stuff.
It was all normal, and then she had me do crunches, on an exercise ball. I get into position and start, you know, doing my crunches, and she says, "I'm going to start giving you more crunches because I know you drink a lot of wine, and I don't want it to start showing."
Now, I have no fat on my stomach, and almost a sixpack. But I had told her that I was going to the free wine Chinese place again tonight...
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That is the reason I don't have a personal trainer=)
BTW, I'm so jealous that you work at a fashion company!
Umm, here's a tip: STOP TELLING HER!
If she doesn't know these things, she's only going to kick your ass a little bit... If you tell her that you're going through bottles of wine like Britney goes through Frappucinos, OF COURSE she's going to rip you a new one.
Your wine six-pack sounds way better than my beer belly.
have you forgotten about us please post more. The trainer is just jealous of your six pack lol
the trainer is just jealous of your six pack lol. Please post more often. I love to hear about your exciting life.
i hate trainers. one tried to kill me once. he almost crushed my spine.
Um. Did you smack her? Because if you don't, I will. That's not nice.
And then I will invite you over for my top-secret but Very Fun wine party.
Post the painting!
sixpack of beer
What a ho. I would be like "Look lady, I'm PAYING you to help me work it off so you should be happy. That free wine is giving you a job". But I'm probably meaner than you.
ugh, personal trainers can be SUCH drama queens... (I really don't know) I wish I had someone to tell me what to do - I'm SO lazy :(
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