Archive for April 23rd, 2009

From time to time I give consideration to hiring a personal trainer.  Considering is just about as far as it gets, though, for a number of reasons, chief among them being money.  I mean, I think it would be a good idea and incredibly motivating for me, especially with laying out money for it.  The main reason I continue to go to the gym — albeit infrequently — is because I’m shelling out $35 a month for it. 

At the age of 39, I was in possibly the best physical shape of my life.  I’d lost ten pounds and was able to clip off a four-mile walk in just under an hour.  I could take a two-hour trail ride and not be bent out of shape and sore the next day.  Believe me, folks, I wasn’t that healthy in college. 

When I turned 40 I rocked it.  I was taking pretty good care of myself, eating a high-protein, low-carb diet, getting regular exercise, pushing my limits, getting regular massages.  I had a flat stomach.  Mentally, I was on an even keel.  I knew there was more I could be doing, to get further along and more toned, but I stopped just short of hiring a personal trainer. 

Truth is, I am a personal trainer’s worst nightmare. 

I am not incredibly motivated, for one thing.  Given my druthers, I’d be sacked out on the couch with a book.  I don’t find a lot of joy in physical exertion.  I mean, I like the idea of it, just not the practice of same.  And food, ho boy do I love food.  And I’m talking about good food, sloppy junk food and rich fattening food.  I believe one of the greatest pleasures in life is sitting down for a meal.  I also greatly enjoy beer.  But I could see myself falling into a trap of “if I eat/drink this then I’ll have to do x at the gym to make up for it tomorrow.”  And I don’t want to be THAT person. 

There are a lot of things that sound pretty good to me in theory.  I’d like to try yoga.  I also think rock climbing looks like fun.  I’ve given some thought to getting a new bike.  In my mind I am the sort of person who gets up at the crack of dawn and goes to the gym and then comes back for a healthy breakfast before work. 

The fact of the matter is, I sleep as late as I can get away with, and I don’t need much of an excuse to eat a cream-filled long john and wash it down with a cappuccino.  I can find many, many reasons to skip a workout. 

On one hand I am totally fine with all of this.  On the other, I take one look at my mother and see where I’m headed 30 years down the road if I don’t change my ways. 

It’s a challenge to reconcile these two sides of my personality. 



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