Have you really agreed to a personal trainer, Barb?

Since January 1, 2011 I have gone to the gym most days - I may have missed three so far.  Each time, I increase my cardio by 5 minutes or oogle at my calorie counter on the elliptical monster.  I grab weights, work my arms, get comfy with the leg press and pray to the ab machine.  All of this and I still feel like it's just not working.

I woke up last week and said, "you need someone who will push you, make you reach farther, dig deep and find the last ounce of strength you have."  I gave into the pressure of the infomercial last summer and NO, even you can't do it for me Tony Horton of P90X.

Guess what, I signed up for a freebie.  Yes, a freebie appointment with my very own personal killer - uh - oh, I mean personal trainer. His name is Grant.  He is a body builder.  That really doesn't matter because I have no desire to look like him or any other Schwarzenegger wannabe but I do like the idea he knows what to do and how to get there.

My first appointment.

I was ready.

Get on the scale.  

Let me measure you.


How many abs can you do in nine different ways?

Now, let's move to arms.  30 minutes.


Now, let's move to legs.  30 minutes.

End of session.

Care to sign up for additional sessions?

Sucker.

He had me.  Sold me.  He pushed me.  Forced me.  

What are you goals?  Want to get lean?

Want to learn about nutrition?

Reduce your stress?

Done.

I signed the waiver.  Please don't sue me if I kill you.  

Or, if you can't walk up the stairs or you can't sit down or your co-workers laugh at you because you waddle.

Not my fault.

I signed up for three times a week...for now.

I got a text message that afternoon.  "How do your wheels feel, Barb?"

My response.  "Good."

His return text, "Let me know in the morning not right now."

So, the next morning, I got up, actually, fell down.  Picked up my phone and texted my personal trainer, "Help, I've fallen and I can't get up and it's because of you!"

Believe me, I am having fun in a sick sort of way.  Take my advice.

Nothing is free.