Gyms are closed. We are in a “stay at home” order again. so what’s a girl to do? Well, meet my trainer Ezra. Yep, one of my favorite people in the world. Not only because he’s been torturing me for the past 2 years with his creative workouts but also because he pushes me with his Israeli military decadent discipline like no other person I’ve ever met. He knows my soul and limits which are pretty much not existent. And he yells at me. He calls me “a girl” and a few other things that I’m too much of a lady to mention. Now, you would think I would hate it and I, of course pretend that I do but deep down inside I absolutely love it. And that’s either transparent to Ezra or he just doesn’t care as long as I give him results.
Today, I felt the compelling need to strangle him. Or punch him straight in his perfectly shaped abs. Yes, ok, I took a few days off here and there from my regimented workouts and indulged on some chocolate cake but Come on, Ezra!! Do we have to compensate for all of it today?!