alright, so here is the shpeel. i have had a gym pass to gold's gym for about 2 years. it has been great. in the past i have just saddled up for those little bootie watcher classes, yep bootie watcher, the girls all go in the giant class room wearing tight spandex or shorty shorts and flaunt there stuff by the windows to all the boys will drool on the windows. then there is me. yep i don't wear shorty shorts, i do wear spandex on occasions and i stand where there are no windows so no drool will be wasted at my expense. i mostly did it for my sisters sake, to keep her company. about 6 months after starting i was diagnosed with 2 herniated discs in my lower back. yep, all that junk pushing on my nerves and making my legs all numb and retarded like. so i stopped going to the classes that hurt, which was like all of them. i started speed walking, since running was no longer a option - blasted back. after about 8-9 months of that i decided that it was time for a trainer.
i got a trainer last summer, like june. my two siblings were both getting hitched in august and i was not about to be the blimp sister / sister-in-law in those pictures. no sir. so it started. i got a trainer who was just a fellow student at my university. we made an agreement that he would help train me and i would help him pass a class. it went great for about a month, then he decided to be a FLAKE. yep huge old dandruffy white and ugly flake. so i just kept at it alone. and i stopped tutoring, cause i am a brat like that. i added cardio and did what i could. i toned up and lost a few pounds. the weddings came faster than i wanted so i was the half blimp in the pictures. i guess i will take it, it is better than being a full blown goodyear. after sobs and sobs and sessions of pity with my hubs we decided that i should get a legit trainer. like one you pay. so i signed up. i got a great guy who had dealt with injuries, FANTASTIC!! i was stoked. we started working out and then just one day out of the blue, the day before our session was scheduled he tells me he is moving to st. george and can't train me. what the funky buttlovin'?!?! two in a row! so i call gold's after a week of self pity and tell them i want a new one. they give me this body builder guy who is extremely touchy feely and is all up in my grill and judges my training journey by how many pounds per week i can pull of my body, cause the bosses only look at that kind of stuff. so i suck it up, start working hard but i am not losing weight fast enough for the pain in my butt and so he tries to put me on this suicide diet. like just veggies and protein shakes. um h to the ell no. not doing it. so i just ignore that and keep on. one day while i am working out, i run into another trainer that had talked to me a few times prior to this. we get to talking and i tell him about shorty nazi (my trainer was like 5'3", i am 5'9" so i will call him what i want..) and he is like, what?! that isn't how it is. you should come train with me. so i swap. i text brokeup with shorty nazi, yes i texted i am too scared to talk to his face he might want to touch me. and the next day i start with handsome hawaiian. he is so different. we set goals, i don't have to do suicide diets just watch what i eat and work out 3-4 times a week. perfect. another perk is the fact that i get to work out with 5 other girls at the same time. we circuit train with each other and i find it a great help. they motivate the crap out of me.
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