
i googled Haizad Imran to show you why i hyperventilate every few minutes.
imagine him(above), only TAN-er and killer trainer arms.
he(the trainer which i wont disclose his name in case he googled me. cheyyyyy. like as if.) interviewed me and know that im a complete lazy ass who hasn't exercise since o'levels(which is eons ago btw).
he knows how much i weigh. nobody else does. cause from what that appears on the high tech equipment i might as well just say im as heavy as Hulk Hogan.
he says "you can do it.. five more. ok three more."
he gave me the slightest push so that i can be more flexible and stretch (almost) till my toes.
he convinced me to convince mom to pay a coupla ($$$$$$$$$) to have him as my personal trainer.
the convo with moms just ended. and IT WENT PRETTY DAMN WELL.
now im afraid. especially when im reminded of the strain on my cordyceps(cheyyyy!) and him saying, "no pain no gain".
im very afraid. if all goes as planned, im gonna have an extra marital affair(HAHAHAHA!!) with a pretty face who wouldnt be easy on me.
im very much excited thou. its like im starting on a new life.
but still very afraid. i see those like me being push to thee edge in The Biggest Loser and im lucky if prettyface is half as pushy as em' trainers.
this feels right in a very wrong way.
Breathless by Shayne Ward is playing, how appropriate.
(hyperventilates....................)
ok bye.
9:55 PM;
go on, gimme some♥