Let’s take a look back at our college days for a second. Go back to the days when you had free time to run and go to the gym. Back to the days when we had enough energy for activities and sports. We were in awesome shape!
Can’t I go back for just 1 slutty, Halloween college night?
Now look at us. Most of us are at a desk job and are too tired to do anything at the end of the day except sit down, watch TV, and unwind. If you’re anything like me, you’ve gained about 15-25 pounds since your college days… And it friggin’ sucks.
Here’s to all you clean eaters, I don’t know how the fuck you do it.
I decided to make a change. I got more serious about the gym and started going every day as well as eating better – though my wine consumption is still on fleek! And here’s the icing on the cake (pun kind of intended), I got myself a personal trainer!
Most gyms offer personal trainers but honestly, I just assumed it was too expensive. I never even took a second glance at the trainers – I’d avert my eyes cause I knew someone would try to sell me on it. But one day I listened and found out it can be as low as $50 a session!
So, I got myself a trainer!
Seriously, this guy probably only eats chicken and broccoli three times a day. He’s young and beautiful, and I’m only a little self conscious (cause let’s be real, I still got it) and this 6 foot blonde hottie is mine for the next hour.
If you’ve never had a personal trainer, at first it’s a lot of talking about your fat. They take measurements, talk to you about your body fat percentage and weight, and literally point out all flaws on your body. It’s more vulnerable than getting a Brazilian wax.
Then you’ll get your ass whopped by this beautiful man (though you thought you were friends!). You’ll think you’re still the size 4, lean, mean, fighting machine you were even on your worst hangover day in college but, you’re not. Push ups are hard, and kettle balls are even harder. And once you think you’re done he says “Great, do 6 more.” And you’ll die a little inside. While having a beat red face and sweating profusely. Self confidence is low and you’ll wonder what the hell you’re doing with your life.
The following day is worse – you won’t be able to walk, pick things up, open doors, or drive. Everything hurts.
Something magical suddenly happens one day, when he says “Do 6 more” you do so, effortlessly. He’ll hand you a 75 pound kettle ball and ask you do to 15 dead lifts and you will. You’ll still be gross and sticky, but oh my god your thighs look awesome!
All in all, a hot guy plus the thighs and arms of your dreams?? Sign me up, look out Victoria Secret!
