Training Day

It’s no secret I’m getting ready to start filming.  Like most things in life, I tend to do something 110% (that’s 10% more than what is possible!) or skip them.  So I’m playing the role of adult performer and putting myself through an intense bout of personal training.  If my body is going to be the medium of my message for a while, then I need it to be as stellar as my finely honed intellect (cause trust me, I ain’t smart, just disciplined).

I met my trainer today.  He’s a really nice man, who looks like a black Adonis.  He seems really sweet so I forewent the “I’m going to fuck on film and need to look good,” conversation in favor of “I got a part in an indie film and I’m going to be naked in several scenes, so I need to look good naked.”

He asks me too many questions about the part, because he is actually an actor himself.

He told me he was sure I already look good naked, but that we can try to address any areas I have concerns about.  See what I mean?  Very sweet.  He says I’m really fit and in good shape, so that’s helpful.  He’s confident that in ten weeks he can effect some sort of perceptible change for the better in my figure.

I told him, that if he tells me its possible I can commit to doing whatever he says I need to.

He’s not sure about yoga and veganism.

Let me let you in on a little secret, working out effectively is fucking hard.  I’m exhausted and sore.  He did help me stretch out in the end though, so that was nice.

He thinks its cute that I’m shy.  He promises he won’t bite.

I took this picture outside the training studio while I waited for him this morning.  It was early in the morning, because that’s how I roll bitchez.

I’m constantly snapping these pictures of decay.  I’m fascinated by it.