OK, I've been avoiding talking about this whole My Personal Fitness Trainer infomercial, because I wasn't sure what I was going to say. Last night, the eight weeks of the program ended in a three-camera extravaganza, and I feel more open to talk about what it was like. The program consisted of an exercise regime, eating plan, and stress reduction techniques that were extremely simple. Weekly we'd meet for group workouts overlooking the ocean, which was really beautiful. There was a fair amount of cheese involved in all of this, and I'm not talking about the edible kind. We were encouraged to use our My Personal Power Bands (these elastic physical therapy bands) to Fire The Fat while listening to our AudioCoach My Personal Fitness Trainer Personal Workout Lower Body Sculpt CD Recording. We learned that we can truly Fire The Fat by eating AudioCoach's 40-40-20 Five Meals A Day. Five meals! It's a great idea, I say! I am someone who has never really followed a diet plan and thinks diets in general are evil and they perpetuate the Subjugation of Woman, so you see the dilemma I was under.

Wait, Adriana, why would you do this if you think it's all so silly, you ask? Because it was the first job my agent sent me out on and I booked it, dammit, and I was going to come through on it come hell or high water. THIS IS AN ACTING GIG, I says to myself. *snark*

I have to go back a bit further. Something snapped in me earlier this year. I realized I didn't look and feel like ME anymore (for many reasons), and just like that, the light went on and I realized I really needed to commit to exercising. I don't know, maybe it's something in the Los Angeles toxic air, but it really forces you to be aware of your outward appearance, especially as an actor. I'm not talking here about self-hatred, or needing to be anorexic-thin or anything like that. It's something deeper. It's about being honest with myself and the body I'm in, and treating it with respect and care, because it really is my temple. I started working out again, on my own terms, at my own pace, mainly doing Yoga, Pilates, and some Middle Eastern Dance. It has felt great, and I have slowly seen my body change and shape itself into something a bit more strong and graceful. I didn't consciously change my eating habits but I have just found that sugary things make me sick, practically all the time, and I just don't need them anymore.

My Personal Fitness Trainer came along when I was already on the path, so I figured it couldn't hurt. Those freakin' exercises with that stretchy thing are intense! I realized I hadn't been challenging my muscles enough. I ended up discovering that I have been undereating in a big way. I started really eating every three hours, and what do you know? I actually lost even more weight. I learned I have to feed these bitchin muscles that I've gained.

So that brings us to last night, where in front of three cameras we had to step on a scale and hope for the best in front of a crowd of onlookers. I waited in knots as they tabulated the results. Drum roll. "Adriana, you have lost 6 pounds and 8 inches!" Everybody cheers and they hug me like I've conquered alcoholism or something. But hey, that's only in eight weeks, and I know I've gained a lot of muscle. What I didn't tell them is that those 6 pounds are in addition to the 15 pounds I've lost in the last six months. Twenty pounds!

Tomorrow, I sit before a green screen (I hope they place me in Outer Space!) and I have my emotional interview about how the program has changed my life. I am really bad at making things up, so we'll see how this goes. When they did a test run on us a few weeks ago, they asked us to talk about how the program worked for us and I said, "....uhh, it's really good, because now when I've eaten properly I'm not mean to people." Somehow I don't think that's what they were looking for.

1 Comments:

Darling child,
You're not afraid anymore, are you?
Do you know what I'm talking about?
Kisses, Mom
Mom | 10.24.02 - 4:43 pm | #

You rock! Well, you rocked before, but you still rock now, even though you have six pounds and eight inches less rock than you did before. Are you going to be on TV?

P.S. You should come visit New York soon. We need to talk about a certain Phantom veteran's catastrophic return to Broadway. Plus the pigeons miss you. I heard them talking about it when I gave them part of my cookie in Union Square.
ash | Homepage | 10.25.02 - 9:45 am | #

oh GOD oh GOD, mr. crawford: WHYYYYYY?
a | Homepage | 10.28.02 - 10:24 am | #

it was SO BAD. he was SO BAD. the show was SO BAD.
ash | Homepage | 10.28.02 - 6:19 pm



I'll not be afraid anymore, if you say so my Mom. Just tell me not to be afraid and I won't anymore, forever.

By Blogger adriana, at Tuesday, October 02, 2007 4:27:00 PM  

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