Friday, July 11, 2014

Drumming Up Some Business




I finally joined my first gym. They have classes for yoga and weight training and Zumba. I am really excited except for the personal trainer on intake. He wanted me to pay him to help me lose weight. I do have a considerable amount of weight I need to lose and a lot of muscle that can be built.

My goal is to lose 65 pounds and I feel I can accomplish that if I set my mind to it. However, if I have a dude leaning on me to start paying his ass as my personal trainer then that stress is going to soar. 

Suddenly I realized my 1 hour training session was not about me but about him needing to make money to pay his bills. I really wasn’t that worried about it until he started showing me pictures of other clients. 

Ok folks, I have to draw the line here. There ain’t No damn body gona take a fat picture of me on his damn phone and start showing and sharing it with other people!  I don’t want my damn picture with all my fat hanging out in the wind shared with everyone! These were not just people in gym clothes; one chick had a bra and panties on. Oh hell no! 

Ok well my 30 min workout consisted of riding a stationary bicycle for 11 minutes. Pushing a kickboxing bag by sitting on it with my back against the stand using my legs pushing it from one end of the room to the other,  He then had me performing two different standing leg lift exercises using a step with 10 pound weights in each hand at 12 repetitions each. Then he had me lie on the floor with my legs in the air doing crunches using a 10 pound weight to touch my legs for 30 seconds. The last exercise was using the same weight held straight out above my head with my head raised so if I dropped it, it should land just past my head while doing the bicycle motions for 30 seconds.

He also tried to tell me my eating habits need to change and I looked at him and said. I don’t think you understood why I am here. My eating habits are fine. I work in a sedentary job every day and rarely move around. Without movement I am not going to lose weight. I also reminded him I honestly joined to get the workout classes not a trainer. But my crazy ass asked him what he charged just because I figured it was the obvious question he wanted me to ask.

This guy said he charged $60-480 a month! I looked at him and laughed. I told him that was my car payment. Then he tried to tell me hiring him was more important than making my car payment. I was shocked! I said “No!” you are not more important than my car payment. Because if I can’t make it to work I have no paycheck, right then I knew he had just lost his ever lovin mind. Then he proceeded to tell me I only had 45 minutes to eat after my work out.

To make matters worse I kept trying to ask him other questions not related to him but working out. He was focused on telling me about his parents who refused to pay his $800 a month rent so he could live in a nice apartment near UCO campus while his folks lived in Seminole. I laughed at him and said, “Yea I would cut your ass off too.” Then he turned it around like it was a hardship on him to have to drive from Seminole to Edmond every day and then to work in Midwest City.  The most amazing thing he told me was that he turned down a job in his career field to work with Family Planning in OKC because he wanted to be a personal trainer at 10 Gym. I then understood why he needed the business.

Exhausted, I asked him if we were done and he said yes. I excused myself and went to the locker room and got my purse and bag and skedaddled out the front door as fast as I could.  I will go back but I think I will ask my son to come with me and get me started on a training program so I know what to do next time. My son James is a weight lifter and will be able to go back to working out in another month.  He is like me and would love to tell this worthless trainer what he thinks. I also have two other sons who work out so I don’t see a problem figuring out a plan for me to lose my 65 pounds, I am definitely tired of being a fat girl.

 

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