Hmph.

And to think that i was actually looking forward to the sessions with the personal trainer. Never mind the excruciating pain that followed the next day from the one hour of machines he made me do, that i know was in my benefit. I know now for a fact that i will never, never get a trainer because i just cant stand having someone stare at me continuously while I'm trying to work out.

Its like what happens at the dentist you know. How many of you have had the dentist ask you questions while you have your mouth gaping open and he's prodding around in it with cold steel objects - and he actually expects an answer from you. So yea. Similiar situation just this time I'm running and tired because i don't usually run, and he's asking me questions which i answer like this. "I *pant* do comm *pant pant* communica *pant* communications *pant*". And he has the nerve to ask me 'tired ke?'. Like duh.

Then, I've always had a concern about well, you know, all the activity of my well endowed chest while I'm running away like a maniac. Having a peeve about that is bad enough, having someone next to you, constantly staring, not necessarily at my boobs but just generally staring makes me tenfolds more self conscious. Trying to run with the least impact as possible can be really hard, especially when he keeps increasing the speed and i start wondering if my boobs are going to fall off soon.

Oh but before all that!! I've decided, that from now on the only times I'm going to allow someone to measure me all over is if i want to tailor something. Seriously, he measured and measured - for a good ten to fifteen minutes. I bet he thought he was doing me a favour when he decided to point out my 'trouble areas' while he was at it. I'll measure my own fat from now on thank you very much. And i don't need someone else telling me with a chuckle that I'm only 156 cm, I've painfully known that since i was fourteen when i stopped growing. Vertically that is.

The real turn off however happened at the second session yesterday. When he spent a significant amount of our hour together trying to sell me a package rather then actually train. I understand that its their bread and butter, and that the better a sales person they are, the more they bring home at the end of the day. But really, in this kind of business you have to know when you are starting to annoy the customer with your persistence. Because then its extremely counter productive. When someone says no thank you three to four to seven times, after indulging you in your whole speech on why they simply must have a personal trainer else they are doomed to live an unhealthy and fat filled life of disgust, it really is your cue to stop. To shut your face. To give them the option of coming back in the future instead of leaving them waiting to get away from you as fast as possible. To encourage them to come back and use their gym membership as a regular customer instead of making them feel like their hundred and fifty bucks monthly is a waste of time because the customer definitely does not have the will nor the determination (forget about the choice I'm not going to get to that even) to work out and exercise according their own program, pace and needs.

Look, its not like i am tipping the scales and bordering on obesity, or having numerous medical issues. I wanted to join a gym to get out of my sluggish lifestyle. Is that so hard to digest. And what is with the immediate assumption that every woman exercises for the sole reason of loosing weight and some day looking like an insect. And what's with the immediate judgement when i say i do not exercise a regulated diet program. I relish in being able to eat rice, I've loved potatoes all my life, the twists and twirls of pasta intrigue me, and i simply enjoy the feel of spreading jam, nuttella, peanut butter and margarine on bread. If you haven't noticed the commonality among all the above mentioned its carbohydrates. What a wonderful feeling it is when they caress your palate!

Sure i wouldn't mind shedding a few pounds, but i don't want it done on a sergeants drill. So really, when i say i have other priorities in life and better ideas on what to do with my money, don't try and make me feel like I'm making a mistake. And don't think you're doing me a favour when you casually mention i should reduce caffeine in my diet as well. If i told you about my regular beer diet would you then jump off a cliff already? Mmmmm??

On a lighter note, i am bent more then ever now to prove to him that someone can be happy and loose weight and feel healthy without the additional expensive services. Leave me to enjoy the gym for goodness sake. I didn't sign up for body fat boot camp nor do i have a bikini competition lined up anywhere in my near future.

Hmph.