The other day I was online and came across these pictures of Julianne Hough working out with her trainer. If you don’t know who she is, she started out as one of the dance partners on Dancing With The Stars but since has left the show and is now a singer/actress and also happens to be dating Ryan Seacrest. Oh, and she has a sick body.
I write for another celebrity gossip site where I have access to lots of celebrity photo agencies and if I have to see one more picture of Kim Kardashian or Nicole Richie leaving the gym with perfect hair and makeup I might throw up. I mean, I would love to go to the gym and sit around and drink smoothies at the juice bar while pretending to work out, but that wouldn’t make my ass any smaller, would it? So seeing a celebrity like Julianne obviously working hard was kind of a wakeup call.
Why a wakeup call, you ask? Because, did you see her body? Her body is sick. But did you see what she was doing? She was working out, with a trainer, by the beach, with boxing gloves and then she ran home! Sweet Jesus does this mean I’m going to need a trainer to get my ass in shape? Because honestly, I kinda prefer the sitting around the juice bar method. Of course if you’ve seen me lately you know that method obviously isn’t working for me. But it was a wakeup call because those bodies don’t come easy – even the gorgeous young starlets have to work out like crazy to get there. This does not bode well for the semi-attractive not so young blogger-wife-mother types. Ahem.
Because here’s the thing – I'd like to think that if I didn’t have four kids with crazy ass extracurricular activities to manage I just might be able to find myself a beach to work out at. And then I think ‘but if it didn’t cost an arm and a leg and if I didn’t still have a three and four-year old at home all day, I could look like that'. And if only Dara lived closer to me she would take me on as a pet project and whip my ass into shape, right?! Don’t we all say that?! Because even if I had all the time in the world, there’s the added cost of a trainer. Sure Julianne can afford a trainer who will meet her at the beach – Julianne is dating Ryan Seacrest! Ryan Seacrest must be loaded! And sure Julianne doesn’t have one kid let alone four, and the whole famous thing certainly frees up her time a bit. But again, did I mention ‘I have four kids with crazy ass extracurricular activities?!’ The cost of a trainer is something I’m not sure I can justify.
I have a friend who recently employed the services of a trainer, and it’s definitely working. She looks amazing, and she feels amazing. But get ready for this – it cost $1600 for 24 sessions!!! Seriously. So in addition to your gym membership that’s an addition $1600 on someone you’re paying to be mean to you. I’m not sure I can justify that. But then I look at Julianne’s ass, and her legs, and her arms, and I want that. I don’t just want to be thin, I want to be fit. Of course I do, who doesn’t?! But now I’m thinking to even get healthy I need a trainer, and trainers are expensive. But – isn’t it worth it? Looking at Julianne’s body it sure seems to be, but then again I just got my property tax bill, so right now it’s hard to justify. This would all be much easier if I were a celebrity. But I’m not, so let me know your thoughts on whether a trainer is worth it or not. And in case any of you are keeping track - the running mojo is still MIA.
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