Personal training how I’ve missed you so. You know what’s best for me and in the short time you have me, you know how to kick my butt. I hate you for it while in the moment, but I thank you for it long after you’ve had your way with me.
My personal trainer Ben is right on. The complimentary session at Balance Gym in downtown DC went better than I expected–meaning I hurt more than I thought I would. Ben definitely knows what it’s gonna take to get me in shape. On paper, it was a simple workout–just rowing, squatting, pushups and stretching. 
Yeah that 40-minute hell beat me up pretty good. Then he topped it off with planks to work the core. I was out of breath most of the workout, and I’m glad he let me catch my breath every now and then. But he never let up. If I did a half pushup, tough. I still had to complete a full one.
After the workout, I was immediately convinced this was the place. It felt like home from the get-go. People there were really focused on getting in shape and maintaining it. I didn’t feel like the fat kid there. It was like I was in my own bubble. The trainers are super friendly, cool and confident. I really like knowing part of my training will be to flip tractor tires. Then Ben said when the time is right, they even strap a cable around me and I get to pull a car down the alley.
I signed up for a membership and 23 more personal training sessions. So not only it is right to get back in shape, but now it’s costing me! That pressure on top of eating right, working out and getting plenty of sleep will give me the discipline I need to shed the pounds.
Finally, a glimpse of hope that this obesity will be just a faded memory.
And as I was leaving the gym tonight, Ben asked what I was drinking in my gallon jug. I told him sugar-free Koolaid, and he gave me an odd smirk that you never want to see from your trainer. I said, “Next time water, huh?” and he just nodded. I still have a lot to learn.
