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Ok, so I decide that it is time for me to get serious about regaining my sexy. No, let me rewind that. I don’t believe that I ever really lost my sexy but I will admit that it is shaped differently than it once was. So, my vanity and denial aside, I decided to go for the Holy Grail of Fitness. I got myself a personal trainer.

Today was my first day and I wanted to make a good impression so I got up early and packed my workout bag. I made sure that I had a healthy breakfast and rushed my son to school so I wouldn’t be late.   Then somewhere along the way, I realized that I was scared to death and it took me a minute to figure out why. 

I’m a bit past 40.  So when I started to think about what kind of training was in store for me, I admit that I got a little skittish.  The trainer had told me over the phone that I could drop a couple of dress sizes by the new year if I wanted to work at it.  At the time, I was sure I did but now that I was almost at the gym, I wasnt so sure.  I have seen some of these trainers and their “take no prisoners” style on those TV shows where celebrities cry and strain to get their hollywood bodies in shape.  Was that how it was going to be?  Would I lose all my cool points by  passing out on the track?  Would I end up looking like a wussy middle aged wimp?

I got to the gym and by this time my stomach was in knots and I was considering backing out.  Maybe this personal trainer stuff is not for me, I was thinking.  But then, I put on my big girl panties (actually boy shorts) and made my way into the facility.  I can do this!  I keep chanting that to myself all the way from the parking lot, through the lobby and past the receptionist.  It’s going to be alright.  I walked up the stairs and into the workout area.

Of course, the first thing I see are these two sweaty, cute and obviously in shape guys lifting weights.  I put my bag in the corner near the door in case I needed to make a quick exit.  I asked one of the guys if they knew where I could find Bert, my trainer.  A moment later, Bert came swinging around the corner, told me to grab my bag and to follow him to his office.   I did.

Once there, he took in my workout gear and said, “You wont be working out today.  The first day, we just talk.” 

What?  I had just pumped myself up for nothing!  I didn’t say a word.  I tried to act like I was cool with it.  We talked.  Bert gave me a tour of the facility and talked about his training style.   I saw him work with a couple of other women who were also a bit past 40 and I decided that I liked his style.  I think I made a good choice in trainers.  Needless to say,I have an appointment to actually work out tomorrow.  Pray for me and I will let you know how it turns out.

 

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About taviaz

I am a Diva, certainly. Complex, natural woman, writer, entreprenuer, cautious risk taker, therapist, social worker, nurturing mother, ride or die wife, loyal friend.

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