We need to talk about working out because I’ve become one of those annoying people that utters stupid things to their friends like, “Sugar and gluten are the devil” or “Squat it likes it’s hot” or “Won’t quit till I’m fit” and “Work out like Channing Tatum is watching.” Talk about irritating! At least I haven’t taken up Cross Fit or a vegan lifestyle SO THERE.
Besides, everyone needs a vice and working out is a healthier obsession over a grody meth addiction any day of the week.
Anyhoo, with summer, around the corner (AKA Bahama Mama Bikini Season), I’ve been bumping up my workout game with a personal trainer. I found him through two close friends as we needed someone to come to our home because my husband doesn’t “do” the gym (Read: He’s a brat).
The 411 on our new certified personal trainer? His name is Deano Statler and he personally comes to our home here in South Florida 3 mornings a week for a half hour where he whips the husband and I into shape in the form of squats, lunges, burpees and other mean things. I actually love the fact my husband joins me because it feels like couples therapy because all we do is whine, bitch, moan, complain and sweat. Emphasis on the “complain” part. But I feel like the throwback booty music makes up for all of it.
My focus? To lean out my body (that’s 99% the food I eat) and get some sexy muscle definition. My legs are getting where I want them to be as indicative in these pictures (whoop whoop!). And if I score a plump, non-store-bought Kardashian butt in all my efforts with Deano, that would be just fab, too.
So if you’re into masochism, a tighter ass, and that sorta thing, his digits are (772) 360-8064.
Photos by Karla Garcia