The Author's Experience with Gyms
I've told you about my characters, my family, and me. Not wishing to make this all about me but... here's some more about, well, me.
Some years ago, when I found my waist up a belt notch, and the scales reading 10 lbs too heavy, I joined a gym. There a ‘Trainer’ discussed my ‘goals’ and tailored a program to remove those pesky pounds and reduce my waist.
A year later, I met another Trainer and ‘we’ established an exciting new program to achieve my old goals because a year of training hadn’t achieved anything, except make me so hungry I ate twice as much.
Another year later, I changed gyms and got a new Trainer who set me a different program to achieve those same goals. This time I was to eat six meals a day because, apparently, my body was storing up fat for those lean spells between the old-fashioned four.
A year on, a fourth trainer set up a program that added arm, shoulder and chest machines to my routine. He’d spotted what I’d already realised. Adding 2 inches to my chest would look the same as losing those two unmoveable inches off my waist. The best thing about this strategy was I could eat, which was what I was doing anyhow because I’d put on 10 lbs by then.
That Trainer went too, leaving my waist still one pant size larger than I care for and my weight 15 lbs more than I want but I can run farther than I could when I was 21. That wasn’t a goal I had initially but is the ‘goal’ I give now if anyone asks.
