Yesterday I finally got up the nerve to call the gym and set up a meeting with a personal trainer.  Luckily when I called in there was a personal trainer standing at the front counter so the girl put me on hold so she could pick up the phone.  A couple minutes later a man picked up and introduced himself as Carl.  I was intimidated because I had it in my head that I would only work with a female trainer.  Part of my gym fear is men at the gym.  We got to talking and he seemed like a pretty nice, smart person, so I decided to set up a meeting for that evening at 6pm.  Then he tells me to look for the big, bald, tattooed guy.  Uh oh.  Even scarier.  I told him I’m small, blonde and tattooed and we had a laugh.

In our call he said to bring my gym clothes if I can and we could do an assesment after our meeting, but not to worry if I didn’t have enough time.  The procrastinator in me said don’t bother, just go straight to the gym and so I did.

We had an hour long talk about everything – my current excercise (or lack there of), my food consumption/diet, my water consumption (I’m dehydrated!) and then he had me stand on a machine which tested my weight, body fat and other things.  The reading came back that I was in the excellent range for everything, so that was pretty interesting.

So I signed up for 24 personal training sessions.  It’s quite a lot of time and money – $56/session – but I know myself and I will not go to the gym at all if I don’t have someone counting on me to be there.  And since I got the first three months for free, it’s the same cost as paying for a membership.  I know that by the end of the 24 sessions I’ll look great, feel great and have enough knowledge, confidence and experience behind me to keep working out.

I left the gym with a new stainless steel water bottle (thanks Carl!) and a very positive outlook.  I have to drink two water bottles a day minimum, and keep a food diary for the next seven days.  I am going to track my progress here on the blog, so any of you who are feeling as scared and intimidated as I am, might be inspired to start the road to health and fitness.

My first session is next Monday night and I’m anxious and excited to get going.

p.s. I’m not going to even think about exercising for the rest of the week and enjoy myself.

Update: My trainer just read the blog and he has labelled us “Team C”