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I’m amused by a common reaction:  you have a personal trainer?  Wow, you must be a professional athlete!  Yeah sure, let's not insult the real professional athletes, shall we?

I have a personal trainer because he keeps me motivated.  I’m the queen of lazy, a couch hugger who will find an excuse not to get out there and exercise.  Which puts me in the “normal” category of the average person:  humans were designed to take it easy, our brains appear hard wired to enjoy sleep, good food, stretching out on a floppy couch.

I have a personal trainer because he makes exercise fun.  You heard right:  fun.  Exercises are varied on a regular basis, and he knows how to tap into my competitive nature.  He reckons if I’m competitive enough to beat hubby to the fridge for ice cream I’m competitive enough to exercise.

I have a personal trainer because he looks good.  Very good.  Nothing wrong with eye candy, there is no law against it.  And that is right up there in the motivation stakes:  if he can look good so can I.  He’s only human, if it works for him it can work for me.  Did I mention he looks good?

Did it work for me?  You bet, minus 25 kg in one year.  It was hard work, but I enjoyed it, it was well worth it.  Yes, it costs money, but in the end I would have spent that money on something fun anyway, something like pizza and beer.  There are some who argue that for them pizza and beer is the motivator, it is fun and it looks good, just like my personal trainer.  To those I say good luck, enjoy it while you can… I’ve decided to stick with my trainer!