Eating Crow....

Personal Trainers are all the rage here.
It seems that everywhere I turn someone is hiring one to get in shape, lose the baby weight and feel good about their body again.
I admit, I secretly thought that these people were crazy.
After all, most average Americans don't have the resources for a trainer. I never knew anyone in my adult life that had a personal trainer until I moved here. Most people I knew trotted along to a local gym or invested in a bowflex in their basement that was used as a coat rack more often than not.

Then I stepped on the scale.
Shit.

The last six months of my life had taken its toll on me.
I had gained six pounds. Not a ton of weight, I know. But just enough that I felt uncomfortable and my wardrobe wasn't looking so hot.

I decided to start a workout plan. Sensible diet and exercise. Easy enough.
The problem is...I am getting close to the big "40" and what worked before wasn't working so well. I was barely making a dent.
A month ago I had dinner with a friend who recently gave birth to a set of twins. I couldn't help noticing that she looked amazing. Actually, she looked even better than before her pregnancy.

"So, what is your secret?" I asked her.
"Diana." She tells me.
"Who?" I ask.

She then goes into a ten minute monologue about her personal trainer. I am bored at first, then more interested, then fully intrigued.
"Tell me more." I beg her. And she does.....

The very next day I sat and pondered the thought of calling her. It took me all day. At nine o'clock that night I decided to leave a hesitant message on the machine.

The very next day I was introduced to a whole new way to improve my health. My real hesitance...the fear of the unknown, took way to enlightenment as she showed me what I was doing that sabotaged my efforts. My unfair bias dissapeared as our hour came to an end.

I am officially converted.

Like a typical newbie, I feel compelled to "spread the word."

And so here I am. Four weeks later. Transformed.

Not only did the six pounds come off, but I have discovered muscles that I didn't know existed.

She is worth every penny.

Someone give me a big ole' shovel....I need to eat some crow.

Gossip....

Is it truly "gossiping" anytime you mention or inquire about an individual to another while the one in question is not present?
Nobody likes to ever admit they gossip but I am hard to pressed to think of anyone I know that doesn't engage it in from time to time. Most of it is innocent enough and we usually label it something different than what it is "venting" or "running it by you".....when we all know we what we are really doing is gossiping.
But what about when someone is sick, or their loved one dies? Is it gossiping if you ask their friends about it?

I think not.

When someone is sick people want to know three things.
Can they help.
What is the illness.
And how can I "not" get it.



When someone dies people want to know three things.
Can they help.
What did they die from.
How can they "not" die from it.


I don't think this is gossiping. It is human nature to wonder about those who are less fortunate than you are on any given day.
I was shocked at how many people knew that my mom died or that my dad was sick....and I wondered for a second "Am I the lucky one being gossiped about today?" But I quickly realized that most everyone talking about it was sad for me, wanted to help me, and at the very least, was keeping us in the prayers.

And so.....I will continue to ask about those who I am concerned for, in hope that good news will follow.
I hope that others will continue to ask about me when I am in need.

It is always nice to know that someone cares.