To finish the story of Saturday, after spending about an hour together, Rex asked if I was interested in kayaking. I told him I like it (we've done it in Hawaii), but the setup time -- loading boats, getting to the river, etc. -- is hard for me to justify. He said he'd asked because he's putting together a summer program called Tru Adventures, and wants a woman trainer to join the group. He said I'd be paid for my time and asked if I was interested. I told him to keep me posted.
It felt great is that he would even mention the possibility of us working together. And it made me feel like a REAL FITNESS TRAINER!!!
Speaking of being a real trainer, I have two new clients starting in the next two weeks, and one of them has trained at two different places before, both of them with good reputations, both in the area. So I'm nervous, because I really want her to like what I do, but at the same time, I know WHY I do things the way I do them and I just keep thinking, "If I build it, they will come!" or something along those lines.
In other training news, I bought a digital bodyfat caliper system, so I'll be able to track progress. And I'm working on a goal setting form to help clients get where they want to be.
(Sorry if this sounds distracted -- I just broke up a neat fight between my kids and am listening for any low rumblings in the background. When I started typing, there were 6 kids playing together outside, and I thought I was going to have a few minutes to get thoughts down.)
In Bodybugg news, I am finding that I'm very aware of how much I move, and how much I eat, because of wearing the bugg. I think I'm averaging about a 650 calorie per day deficit, which equals a little more than a pound a week. One thing that's hard is logging foods you don't know. At the class last night, we sampled everything, and I couldn't really say how much of one thing or another I had. So I just estimated the best I could. I am getting a pretty clear idea of what it feels like to eat less than you're burning, and with Mexico just a week away, that's a good thing.
Well, gotta run. My stomach's rumbling, and there's a burrito with my name on it calling me...