I met him at the gym last night. He asked how I was doing. I said I've been wavering between embarrassment and self loathing! The guy behind the desk chimes in with "It's a 'judgement free zone!'" This farcical, plastic, happy crap can be a bit annoying! I'm totally in favor of encouragement, however sometimes you need a little push, or a swift kick in the ...Mind you, this is the gym that keeps tootsie rolls on the counter...um...why???
Anyway, it was a good workout last night. I'm not Catholic, but I can imagine it's like going to a confessional! A virtual stranger to whom I confess my deepest, frosted, triple chocolate sins. I told him I share as much with him as I do my hairstylist. And for that I get motivated! I am absolved. And I am encouraged. That's what I need! The accountability. It's gotten so I don't want to embarrass myself by not meeting my weekly goals. I've always been a pleaser. Now I want to please the trainer! It really is worth the twenty five bucks!
|I'd try anythi....almost anything!!! lol!|