Back in November, I decided I wanted actual muscles. And I was tired of my half-baked attempts at getting them myself. (Carrying takeout inside builds muscles, no?) So I did something I never thought I’d do (but always secretly wanted to do). I hired a trainer at the gym.
Ruth makes me do things I would never do myself in a million years—like lifting kettle bells and crawling around like a bear—but I do it because she’s there with me, guiding me, encouraging me, and pretty much making me laugh my butt off, literally. It’s fun. And I’m loving the results.
I’m the kind of person who thinks I can do everything myself. Yes, I can make myself exercise. Sure, I can hem my own jeans. Yup, I can change my own oil. Umm, not really!
When I hire someone to help me, all of these things 1) actually happen, 2) turn out so much better, and 3) are way less frustrating.
So if you can handle it alone, but you’d prefer more fun, more accountability and less frustration, let’s talk.
I swear I’ll never make you lift a kettle bell,