Diary of a Gym Rat

My trainer finally called me and made an appointment for Monday! I am so excited! It has been months and months since I had a training session with him and it's been increasingly difficult to stay focused and motivated. I haven't strayed too far from the path, but I'm about 3 pounds heavier than I want to be (I know, I know -- big deal! But it's the thin edge of the wedge, you know?). I have no real life supporters. My husband, the couch potato couldn't care less whether I'm fit or not. Do you know that in the three years since I hit my goal and became fit (and went from a size 12 to a 6), he has NOT ONE TIME EVER complimented me. Never. He's never made a pass at me or told me that I look even nice, let alone sexy. My female friends tell me that I'm too hard on myself and that I'm anorexic and demented. AARGH! About the only positive comments I've received have been from a couple of athletic male friends. Don't think I don't appreciate it!!!

But out of all my friends and acquaintences, nobody cares enough to work out with me or help me figure out workout sessions or research how to do proper weight training. I'm totally on my own, and it sucks. Just knowing that I have my trainer back, who will tell me how to exercise and assess my body fat and tell me what I need makes me happy.

It's just a crying shame that I have to PAY somebody to take an interest in me.