I never wanted to become a personal trainer. The thought of it gave me butterflies in my stomach. I cringed at the notion of being responsible for someone’s health.
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During my initial weight loss I was the lead cook in a nursing home. I was reluctant to the new attention with questions of how I lost the weight. It was the feeling of alterior motives behind the questions.
When I shared what I did it was usually met with raised eyebrows followed up with, “I can’t do that.”
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At that time I wasn’t as empathetic as I am now. Those responses got the Kanye shrug because I really didn’t care to carry on a conversation beyond that.
This day I was in the break room when two co workers were discussing a weight loss challenge amongst each other. Everyone always talked weight loss when I was around. Truthfully I could have cared less what they were talking about. I was too involved with playing words with friends on my phone.
One of them, let’s call her Jenny, was going on and on about how she has a personal trainer and how she was gonna beat (let’s called her Natalie) in this weight loss challenge. I believe it was the first person to lose 20 pounds by said date. The victor would receive $50.
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