Over the last few months of this Ibiza bikini body challenge, I’ve discovered a new side of myself. It’s the side that likes to eat fruit. It’s the side that actually gets a kick out of Facebook gloating about going to the gym. It’s the side that managed to complete a 6-day juice detox. But there’s also a hidden side to me that I haven’t quite been able to shake yet, despite having caught the fitness bug… and that’s the lazy side.
I know running is good for me. I know 20 minutes of interval training on the cardio machines will burn fat fast. I know hill sprints are effective. I know squats and lunges are essential. And I know I can lift way more than the baby 2-kilo weights. But dammit, I just can’t make myself do it!
And this, dear readers, is where a personal trainer comes in.
I was always of the opinion that personal trainers were scary. That they yelled at you. That they forced you to do things you really didn’t want to do. That you had to wake up at some ungodly hour to meet them, that they scrutinized every last inch of your body, criticised your dietary habits and basically made you feel like a lesser human being. And that it was an expense only the A-list could afford.
I have been fortunate enough to train with TWO personal trainers since joining Revival Wellness Club, and they couldn’t be further from the above stereotypes. Encouraging, helpful, inspiring, motivational… Kelly Morgan and Faye Maloney actually make me WANT to train harder! They make me WANT to eat well, live healthily and dammit, they even make me look forward to exercising. I’ve changed!