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Most people don't dream of being yelled at by another human being. In fact, we (humans as a collective) tend to react negatively when others yell at us. We like to fight fire with fire: If someone is going to yell at me I sure as hell am going to yell right back!! So why is it, that at the mere thought of having someone yelling at me makes me giddy on the inside? Because I have 4 sessions with a personal trainer (as of right now....don't be shocked if I end up paying the money for more) and I could not be happier.

For years all I have wanted is a personal trainer. Someone who knows me, who can tell me what I need to be doing, tailor a program to fit my needs, push me further then I would ever push myself AND hold me accountable for all of my shit. There's a huge reason as to why my exercising (and therefore posts) have been non existent. I was getting bored with my routine and honestly I was too scared to try something new so I pretty much just stopped. I made some excuses but I like to think that I was pretty up front with my self and admitted that I just didn't want to go to the gym. It's me getting back to that "I want to change, but I don't want to put in the effort to change" mentality. And seeing as how I'm a fat kid that mentality is never good.

Things changed a bit when I was talking to the Madre last week. She mentioned that because of me and my success in the gym in the past 6 months (Ha! If only she knew it was really 2 months) she had decided to really dedicate herself to the gym membership her and the Padre have. The Madre signed up for these group classes that meet 3 times a week and is seeing a personal trainer 2 other days a week. I guess all of this is going to be a 12 week thing for her and she's hoping it'll help her get into shape. I heard all of this and while I was happy for her and the fact that she's doing something instead of talking about doing something it turned my competitive nature on a wee bit (the little that I do have). I was the impetus for her doing all this and now she's going to be better then me?? I don't think so!! If the Madre is going to push herself to the limit and she's 30 years older then I am well then I certainly can too.

Cut to Tuesday. I'm at the gym for like the 5th time in 2 months (pathetic I know) and I'm trying to figure out an exercise that my ActivTrax has me doing. It involved a huge barbell and weights at something called the Squatting Rig and I had no idea how to use this weight machine. So being the "I'm going to complete everything on this list" person that I am I went to the trainers to ask for help. The trainer that was around, Jason, came over and showed me how to do the exercise. At the same time, though, he also just talked with me about a bunch of different things health wise and even told me the exercise I was trying to do was pretty pointless for me since I'm not a linebacker or getting ready to go into a scrum. Jason did show me some other exercises that were better for me and then went on to show me some random exercises because I was curious about working out my back. Essentially this guy spent 20-30 minutes with me giving me helpful tips and being a nice guy. Now yes, I do realize personal trainers are all salesmen and they are trying to sell themselves but let's be honest I liked him.

When we were done working out he sat down with me and talked about his qualifications and the type of trainer he is. Jason flat out told me that he will push his clients as far as they need to be pushed, he will hold them accountable for their actions and he won't let them quit. In that moment Jason became the swift kick in the ass that I need to get back on track with my healthy living. If it means that I drop $150 to meet with him 4 times then you know what I'm going to do it. Besides, I just got my tax refund so I can afford it (I have 18 months to pay off my new laptop without accruing interest charges so I'm totally fine!). To me it seemed like it was just this perfect storm of events that once again came together and influenced me to be impulsive. The last time I did that I joined the gym and that is not something I regret even slightly.

So tonight, I go to sleep knowing that tomorrow I will meet with my very own personal trainer who's going to lay down the law with me and show me that I can continue doing this. I am quite excited but also a wee bit nervous because God only knows how much pain I will be in by the time this is all over. But no matter how much pain I'm in or how much Jason gets on my nerves I'm going to smile knowing that my butt-whooping time has finally arrived.