Nothing motivates a woman to lose weight more than her upcoming nuptials. NOTHING! All eyes on you. A $12,000 dress that you’ll be DAMNED if you’ll buy in a size larger than an 8 or 10. Because wedding dresses are like dog years. You have to multiple your size by 7! If you normally wear a size 8, you end up in a size 56. And a size 10? Lord, Madea’s calculator—you know, the one she pounds on when she adds up how much the wife beater owes his wife in the movie “Diary of a Mad Black Woman”—doesn’t even go that high. Desperate times call for desperate measures. So, when I got engaged February 2016 and set the date for September 2 of the same year, I hired a personal trainer to come to me three days a week. Yep, it was expensive as hell! About $300 a week.
My trainer, April, is a stuntwoman. Um-hmm. So you know what that means? She kicked my butt three days a week! And I hated HER and every minute that she put me through. But boy, did I love the results! (Just teasing. I didn’t really hate YOU, April. Well, no, I actually did. But it was a good hate.)
So, Divas, if you MUST leap down the “gotta lose weight cause it’s a new year” rabbit hole, at least set yourself up for success and hire a personal trainer who makes house calls. ESPECIALLY in the winter. I don’t know where YOU live, but I live in Chi-town. So the ten minutes it takes to hoof it the two blocks to my gym at 5:00 or 6:00 in the morning during January, February, and March feels like those three weeks Idris Elba and Kate Winslet spent up on that mountain when their plane crashed in that movie they made together. Only without Idris as the frostbitten prize.
The best way to find a personal trainer is by word of mouth. Ask women who have hot bodies how they got that way. Usually, there is a personal trainer somewhere in the picture. But the true perk is the in-home training. Listen, you’ll get a personal trainer who’ll create a workout specifically for you and your goals with equipment you have there in the house. Or worse, YOUR OWN BODY WEIGHT. (Spoiler alert, that sh*sh is HARD). Want to burn off some baby weight without having to get a babysitter? Done. (It took me twenty-one years to get rid of my baby fat. Ha! Don’t be me.) You want—no, need—to handle confidential business while burning your abs? You got it. (I don’t recommend multi-tasking during a workout, but … time and money, honey!)
So call a girlfriend. See who she uses. Or stop and ask a size zero chick in Nieman Marcus or Saks. The ladies who lunch always know who the great in-home personal trainers are. You’re busy. You travel. A LOT. So make sure your trainer doesn’t freak out about stuff like that and has a cancellation policy that works best for both of you. (April was pretty cool about how often I had to miss because I was always, in the words of country singer Willie Nelson, “on the road again.”) And DEFINITELY ask for a trial session to ensure your workout styles fit. If you need a drill sergeant and you get Tepid Tina, I’m warning you now, Diva. That ain’t gonna work.
Get this on and then off your To-Do List. Now. I’m telling you … personal trainer = peace of mind. Happy New Year! You can thank me come June.