Today is my first official session with my personal trainer. I’m scared. He referred to me as “sedentary” and then told me it was his job not to lie to me. That’s when I knew that he was the personal trainer for me. I suspect that his willingness to humor my whole “I hate exercise…please don’t hurt me” routine is going to end today at noon.
I’m one of those folks who likes to have control of certain aspects of their life, like health. Eating healthy isn’t a problem for me. But it’s when that control aspect collides with inertia and pain avoidance that I run into problems. Thing is, I’m out of excuses. I want to feel great. And also, I want to look like Madonna.