Tracy Anderson is the exercise guru of Gwenyth Paltrow and Madonna. The former swears by her, while the latter credits Tracy (yes, close kami) for her supposedly new body frame. As if that isn't impressive enough, madame Tracy looks like a Barbie doll, all blond and bouncy/spring-y. Immediately after seeing her on TV, i had to have her videos. A week later they arrived, but I couldn't make myself do it. I was too intimidated! I've decided that I couldn't possibly finish the video.
Tracy and I had a staring contest. I'd spend a minute a day contemplating if I should put her on. It took me three months to psych myself and give it a try. Sayang naman the DVD diba. After an hour of torture, the workout finally came to an end. I thought - that wasn't sooooo bad.
Sure, i had to hold on to the banisters while going down the stairs and use both hands to hold my glass of water. Sure, i still can't sneeze and cough properly and I probably did half of the exercises wrong, but I'm only thirty days away to teeny tiny (her favorite phrase) arms!
Sooo, what did i learn from Tracy? Tracy taught me that things really aren't as bad as they seem. That thoughts in your head are far worse than real life. And just doing something about it puts you one step closer to your goal.
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