Justification for a Personal Trainer

We have an eliptical trainer. It's a pretty nice one, similar to the ones at the gym, or at least similar to the ones that were at the gym the last time I actually set foot in one. That would be about eight years ago. We purchased the machine to replace my gym membership, figuring that the law of convenience would prompt me to exercise a little more. And I did. For a while.

Then the kids came along, my schedule was no longer, I was too tired, yadda yadda yadda, and so I haven't been as diligent as originally planned.

Today, however, I felt motivated enough to dig out part of my neglected coolmax wardrobe, and hop back on that machine with the goal of not feeling so decrepit upon getting out of bed each morning.

Perhaps I had managed to convince myself that I haven't been quite as lazy as I actually have been, because I had a major shock when I pulled up my I.D. on the eliptical's computer for the purpose of updating the information. It showed my age as 34. I'm currently 38.

That last break was a doozie! At least my recorded weight from 4 years ago is higher than my current one! Imagine how much lower it would be if I hadn't spent the past four years sitting on the couch with a bag of chips!