Like I mentioned a couple of posts ago, I've become a little more health-aware. Translation, when I went to put on a pair of jeans, they were too tight, and like hell is that shit going to happen.

I mentioned wanting to do cardio, but not the muscle building stuff (but hey, if that happens, then fine). My husband offered to ask one of the trainer's at our club if he'd be willing to work with me. The trainer agreed, my husband took his business card and gave it to me sometime last week. It's just been sitting there, staring back at me, ever since.

I don't like the health club. I used to go years ago and met with a trainer. She was nice, but I hated all things health club. Plus, this health club is full of all people I know from my husband's work. I wasn't the althetic girl in school. I don't do physical fitness. I'd rather be outside, walking and jogging.

But, I've hit a plateau and I need help.

Every time my husband has gone to the health club this past week, The Trainer would say, "Your wife hasn't called me yet".

Finally, last night, The Trainer said, "I could just call her if that's easier ..." , to which my husband so dutifully replied:

"No. You don't want to do that, TRUST ME. When my wife is ready, she will call. She hates the health club. You need to let her make the first move. Just like if you see a squirrel in the park and you want to feed it. You don't go all gangbusters in and try and feed the squirrel. It will only scare that fucker off. If you want it to come to you, you must move slowly and make no sudden movements. She really, REALLY despises the health club.



So, bottom line: if you try to make my wife do something she doesn't want to do, it'll be like trying to get the Russians to give up Stalingrad. It ain't gonna happen. Let her call."

My first appointment is this afternoon at 3 pm. He said he'll check my flexibility. I told him that shouldn't take too long then ....
Wish me luck!

Labels: hdh-isms, health club, trainer