If Only Frustration Caused Weight Loss

I’ve been trying to write about my decision to join a gym, but so far things have not gone according to plan and I feel totally frustrated. Every time I sit down to blog about it, it turns into a rant. I will try to explain and keep it simple.

Here is the thang. A couple of weeks ago I mentioned to Toby my new idea for losing weight. I told him that I wanted to join a gym and get a personal trainer – someone to whom I had to be accountable. I told him that I wanted someone who could help me break through this plateau (I lost ten pounds, but no more). Toby’s reply was that he "would be willing to pay for something like that rather than another fad diet," which was not exactly the response I was looking for, but it was okay. I was probably hoping for encouragement rather than feeling like the hired help.

After struggling with the whole idea of joining a gym and training, which I really hate, but was encouraged to do by nearly everyone I talked to, I joined the Simmons Center on my birthday. I’m not particularly fond of the SC, but it is the best deal in town. All this week I have tried to get in touch with one of the personal trainers, but no one returned my calls. Yesterday, I caught up with the PT at the Simmons Center and asked for an appointment. Unfortunately, she is going on vacation/spring break for the next ten days. I was some disappointed. She also told me that no one checks the messages on the extension line mentioned in the brochure, and that I should get one of her cards at the front desk. At the front desk, the lady gave me a ridiculously hard time rather than just giving me the PT’s card. I was so irritated and frustrated with the whole thang that I just wanted to, well, you might not really want to know my thoughts at this point.

Anyway, I’m going to try again. Jesse has been very supportive and encouraging. She thinks it will be great to do some of the classes or work out together. My sister was also very encouraging saying that she was jealous that I had this opportunity and that I should treat going to the gym as I would a job – go every day. My little brother was also encouraging telling me that he had friends who did this and were in great shape. I still have my doubts about the SC, but I’m trying not to rant. Trust me; The Simmons Center is enough to make a preacher cuss.