A little over a month ago Ellie and I started one-on-one personal training sessions, twice a week each. We needed something, or someone, to jump-start us back into life. We lacked the internal motivation to really make a consistent effort. Because health, weight loss, and training is all about consistency, we were basically stuck in a holding pattern neither one of us wanted to be in.
One month of training has been an interesting experience. I've learned that my hips don't really work for anything other than running in a straight line. Any type of squatting, lunging, twisting or turning is a rather unenjoyable experience. Because of this, I've been tasked of constantly stretching, rolling, softball-ing and massage-therapy-ing on a daily basis. For those of you who have never had a hip-flexor massage, good luck, it is one of the most painful experiences, yet 200% worth it.
Our consistency has improved dramatically. We have been working out a consistent 5 days a week, which has honestly been a stress reducer. We had the time to get it done, but now are actually choosing to do the work. It isn't so much a question of it we were going to go work 
out, it was just figuring out if it was a push, pull, leg, or cardio day. My eating has gotten better, mainly because I am unwilling to feel like garbage when I wake up at 6:15 in the morning to head in for a training session that I know is punishing enough. I don't want to risk adding any additional stomach issues into the mix. (Case-in-point, when I had pizza during the Sabres home opener, I paid the price of an upset stomach while working out.)
Feeling accountable to a person other than yourself, or a spouse, is a powerful tool. Maybe it is my anti-confrontational upbringing shining through, but I don't argue with the amount of weight that gets loaded, I just try to make it happen.
Most importantly though for me, I am seeing progress on the scale. I see direct evidence of the effort i a putting in, and I know I am getting back to where I want to be. That feeling alone is worth the money for training.
Reading this just helped motivate me to go to the gym today; thanks Jon!!!!!!!!
Sweet potatoes for LYYYYFE! Congrats on dropping five pounds in exactly four weeks! That is awesome!
And yes, pizza sucks. Waking up feeling like garbage after only two small slices was enough to make me hate it. My stomach did not appreciate that. I suppose it was a breakup just waiting to happen, though. Good riddance!
Great post, and solid results sir! Looking forward to the continued results.