Personal training will be the death of me..

...and the rebirth of a totally ripped, shredded, She-Hulk version of my former self.

 As a new member of my gym you're entitled to one free personal training session to see if you want to sign up for a various assortment of packages that they offer.

I used up my free session last Monday and I don't regret a thing. I will say that the way they get you to sign up is HIGHLY EFFECTIVE, and coming from a retail background, I can't fault them for it.

After essentially telling you that most of your body is weak and puny (insert Arnold accent to that last part) and letting you know that they can show you a much more effective way of working out in less time, they put you to the test.

After about a 20-minute conversation about my goals and my normal gym routines, we did a 30-ish minute workout using pretty much my own body weight, which "lesbi-honest" (Pauly D voice) is plenty, and some basic circuits of exercises.

Once the workout was over and I was sweating more than I ever have at the gym in such little time, he sat me down and brought over the shiny, laminated package list, in all its expensive glory and outlined what he felt would work best for me and my goals of losing 50 pounds and beating The Boyfriend in our bet.

He suggested two sessions a week for anywhere between six months to a year, but since my internship is over at the end of May, that's the only income I definitely have.

So to the very LOUD tune of nearly $400 per month for the next three months, I will be at the gym with a trainer for 30 minutes twice a week.

Driving home from the gym my eyes opened, my sweat dried, my muscles ached and reality set in to what I had just committed myself to financially and physically.

I've forgiven myself for essentially putting myself into somewhat financial ruin for the next three months and am trying to look at the bright side of it. These sessions will undoubtedly give me a leg up on winning the bet, and will show me exercises that are far more effective than anything I could have ever done on my own and now I don't have to worry about documenting my measurements or my weight loss because someone else is getting paid to do it for me. haha.

Recently my weight loss had stalled at about seven pounds and I can't really blame anyone but myself, I'd fallen off track and splurged a few times too many but now that I'm making it a point to be at the gym at least four times a week and will be perpetually sore everyday from getting totally ripped, each achy muscle will be a reminder to put down that illegal food item and push myself toward winning the bet.

So until next time I bid you adieu.