I hired a personal trainer the other week. $80/month gets me two 1/2 hour sessions a month. I am disappointed though. The guy who sold me the package is not my trainer. Part of the reason I bit was because he was cute, built and funny. I'm married with children. I am allowed to look. My trainer is a younger guy, as built, as cute, not as funny. Actually, he has the sense of humor of a rock. But I didn't get a personal trainer to laugh. It's to cry.

My personal trainer, Henry, gave me a sample meal plan. 1200 calories spread over 5 meals. Are you kidding me? I kept asking him where the food was and why he was starving me. He relented and gave me a 1500 calorie meal plan.

My first workout with him was for the upper body. I don't remember much except the barbell curls. I remember this because I could not straighten my arms for three days. I never knew that the smell of Bengay could be so welcome. I gotta say though, it was a great excuse to get my husband to do more around the house. "Honey, the kid wants to be picked up and my arms hurt." "Honey, can you do the dishes? I can't unbend my elbows."

I decided to stick to working out and eating right, though. I've only worked out maybe two days a week for the last 4 weeks. I haven't lost any weight, but one daycare teacher commented on how I look really good and asked what I had been doing differently. Now that's what personal trainers should do for customer retention, get random people to ask their clients what they have been doing to look so good.
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