DAY 8

Met with a trainer last week. This ladies and gentleman is a whole new experience for me (un-athletic, not very coordinated, terrible-at-sports me). Trainer Bob (yes it’s his real name and yes, I do think of the Biggest Loser show every time I say it) isn’t going to mess around when it comes to getting me in shape. He challenges me, pushes me, and makes me work harder than I would on my own. Basically he’s shown me that I’ve pretty much been living at wimp status for the last 40 years. It’s just what I need.

So here’s what I’ve learned: talking to your trainer is a bit like confession. He asks you questions like what you’ve had to eat this week, and did you drink your water and how much cardio do you normally do in a month. And there it is, your sin (junk food, more soda than water and no cardio) lying right there on the table between the two of you. You have this urge to rationalize it-to tell him there’s a reason you’re overweight and that it’s not your fault. He’s having no part of it: You can’t con the trainer. He nods, smiles and tells you how to repent (no junk, no soda and cardio, cardio, cardio). You can only hope that next time you meet, you'll gain his approval.

I'm no priest but still, I have my ways too. I may be overweight for a reason that can’t be denied (too much food + too little exercise=too much fat) but I’m here, I’m trying and I’m truly motivated. I’m doing this not only for myself, but also for kids of Christel House. And even Bob has to give me that. And he did...Guess who my newest sponsor is? Apparently even trainers have a heart.