MY PT, MY CHEERLEADER
I have friends who asked me, why do you need a personal trainer? It's a waste of money, you can do it on your own. Thinking about it, yeah, I would rather spend that money on another Coach bag or Kate Spade bag. Or better yet, keep that money for my little one.
But I realized, no matter what I tell myself and how set my mind is, I do give in to the pain that my body feels. That's why I need a personal trainer because he is my cheerleader. He's there to push me for that last few sets of sit ups, bicep curls and for that last few meters on the treadmill.
4 comments:
nemme mind.... when body like j.lo...go take picture with glass balancing on your bum... that's how firm it has become...focus sista focus.. j.lo... j.lo... j.lo... saloma also can ler
alamak sista... not saloma lah... old school ler. ziana up sikit
oiii saloma punya ketak tak boleh angkat... pinggang kecik... breast va va voom...with kebaya, tak boleh angkat...
jangan balik macam aisyah dah
badan macam gitar itu saloma... donch like
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