I have something to confess to you all: I’m in a committed relationship. I’ve been hesitant to tell you about it, as that it’s really more of a love/hate thing. There are days that he’s my favorite person in the world, making me feel really good about myself, and then there are days that I am just not in the mood for his pushy crap. But regardless of my day-to-day feelings about him, I remain committed. So much so that, due to a recent job change on his part, we can no longer have our usual afternoon rendezvous, so I’m now getting up at 5:30 a.m. to see him three times a week. So who is this mystery man who inspires such devotion that I’m willing to get up before the sun?
My trainer, of course.
Oh, please, like you thought I had finally found a guy. If my perpetually-single-self was actually dating someone, it would be such breaking news that CNN would interrupt their 24-hour cycle of Trump fuck-ups to report it. Instead, let’s talk about the man that I pay hundreds of dollars a month to watch me lift weights.
I must admit, a few years ago, I was pretty resistant to the idea of a trainer. It wasn’t that I believed the “lifting weights will make me bulky” myth; it was more than there are a million free resources out there, so why did I need to pay a guy when I could download Hot5 for quick workouts on the road or turn on BeachBody OnDemand when I was at home? It wasn’t until I plateaued with around 60 pounds to lose that I thought that maybe I needed some help in the strength training area. So, even though I hate the gym with a fiery passion, I headed over to the local L.A. Fitness, plunked down a credit card, and my going-on-two-year relationship with Matt began.
Over that time, despite the fact that he makes me do things that I loathe (squats) while not always letting me do the things that I like (wall sits), I’ve grown to like the guy. We chat about life, sports and politics during my thrice-weekly workouts; I buy his kid Christmas presents; he laughs at my ridiculous dating stories. He’s sort of like a friend that I pay to hang out with that makes me do shoulder presses and kettle swings. But the best part about my trainer: he actually cares about both me and my weight loss, and that’s something money alone can’t buy.
The funny part is, I probably don’t really need him to direct my workouts anymore. I’ve got two years of daily sets documented in a cute polka-dot binder (Of course I dressed up their blah workout tracker. Pretty motivates me), so I could probably just follow those on my own, right? But here’s what I’ve learned about myself in these two years with my buddy Matt: I won’t do it on my own. I will do cardio every day – twice most days – but I simply will not lift weights on my own motivation long-term. Sure, I keep it up on vacations now, but only because I know when I get back Matt’s going to A.) make me show him a list of everything I did each day and B.) show me no mercy, so losing a week’s worth of progress isn’t an option. But long term…I’d simply slip. I’d find excuses to skip a day here and there, and before you know it, my impressive personal-best on the leg press machine would be a distant memory.
So the bottom line for me is that I pay a guy a bunch of money to keep me accountable. Is that a sign of weakness? Maybe. Do I care? Not really. Because until he quits training or I look like Gisele, we’re in it to win it – together..
Starting weight to Lose: 30 pounds
Week 1 Results: – 1.1 pounds
Week 2 Results: – 2.1 pounds
Week 3 Results: +0.4 pounds
Week 4 Results: – 0.2 pounds
Week 5 Results: – 0.2 pounds
Week 6 Results: – 0.1 pounds
Week 7 Results: -0.9 pounds
Week 8 Results: 0.0 pounds
Week 9 Results: -0.5 pounds
Week 10 Results: -0.6 pounds
Week 11 Results: 0.0 pounds
Remaining weight to lose: 24.7 pounds
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