A Fat Fizgig’s Road to Fitness….

I got a personal trainer.  I know, me, Fizgig, layer on the couch, pint drinking arm curls, lounging on the bed, with a personal trainer? It seemed weird too, but I had to do it. 

Last year, I was told to lose a bit of weight, exercise more and that would basically get me healthy.  I did lose quite a bit of weight last year, but I lapsed.  I didn’t gain any back, but I didn’t lose any more either.  In April of this year, I got back on track.  I started watching what I ate again and I started losing.  But it wasn’t enough.  I knew the only way I was going to get fit was to get a personal trainer and learn how to exercise. 

I interviewed a couple PT’s by phone.  Both were EXTREMELY rude to me.  The first man I spoke with wanted me to explain my level of fitness to him. “I have no level.  I don’t exercise”.  “Oh”, he said, “then I’ll have to schedule you 4 times a week at $75 per session”.   Uhmmm, thanks, but no thanks.   

The 2^nd girl I spoke to asked me how much I weighed and why I liked food so much.  I didn’t like that.  I hung up.

I was commenting to my friends V & M how terrible my experience was finding them.  V offered that her brother was a PT.  “Really?  Will he make fun of me because I’m a lumpy out of shape blob”?  ”Of course not!! Just meet him and see!”

I spoke to him on the phone first and he seemed wonderful.  He wanted me to come and check out his fitness studio.  He was soft-spoken, but direct and didn’t ask me any personal questions other than if I was sure I wanted to make this commitment.  He gave me his prices and schedule and we agreed on a date to meet. 

When I saw him and he smiled at me, I felt comfortable.  He showed me around the gym and explained some exercises to me.  As we did several demonstrations together I knew I could do this with him, he just seemed right for me.   He explained that we’d see each other twice a week, but just working with him wouldn’t be enough.  I’d need to join a gym and do cardio at least 3 additional times a week.   He asked again if I really wanted to do this.  Now or never, Fiz, NOW OR NEVER!!  I said, when can we start?  When he said tomorrow. I didn’t even flinch.  OK, I’ll see you then.  I paid him LOTS of money for a 5-week session to start with and I skipped out – scared and excited at the same time.  That very next day, prior to me seeing him, I joined our neighborhood Y.  I’m on my way!!

I’ve decided to keep a fitness journal to log the pain and adventures in exercise!