24-Hour Fitness…A Blogger’s Got to Stay in Shape! April 3, 2012


Dear Diary,
For my birthday this year, my husband purchased a week of personal training at the local health club. Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try.

I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named
Christo, who identified himself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear.

Friends seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club
encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.
Started my day at 6:00 am. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well
worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Christo waiting for me. He is something of a Greek god– with blond hair, dancing eyes, and a dazzling white smile.  Woo Hoo!!

Christo gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I enjoyed watching the
skillful way in which he conducted his aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring!

Christo was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already
aching from holding it in the whole time he was around.
This is going to be a FANTASTIC week!!

I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door.  Christo made
me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then he put weights on it!  My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile.  His
rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT!  It’s a whole new life for

The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter
and moving my mouth back and forth over it.  I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals.  Driving was OK as long as I didn’t try to steer or stop. I parked on top
of a GEO in the club parking lot.

Christo was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other
club members. His voice is a little too perky for that early in the morning
and when he scolds, he gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying.
My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Christo put me on the stair
monster.  Why the hell would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators?   Christo told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life.  He said some other shit too.
Asshole was waiting for me with his vampire-like teeth exposed as his thin,
cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl.  I couldn’t help being a half an hour late– it took me that long to tie my shoes.

He took me to work out with dumbbells. When he was not looking, I ran and hid
in the restroom.  He sent some skinny bitch to find me.  Then, as punishment, he put me on the rowing machine– which I sank.
I hate that bastard Christo more than any human being has ever hated any other
human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic, little aerobics instructor. If there was a part of my body I could move without  unbearable pain, I would beat him with it.

Christo wanted me to work on my triceps.  I don’t have any triceps!  And if you don’t want dents in the floor, don’t hand me the damn barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich.

The treadmill flung me off, and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher.
Why couldn’t it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?
Satan left a message on my answering machine in his grating, shrill voice,  wondering why I did not show up today.  Just hearing his voice made me want to smash the machine with my planner; however, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the
Weather Channel..
I’m having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and
thank GOD that this week is over.  I will also pray that next year my husband will choose a gift for me that is fun– like a root canal or a hysterectomy.  I still say
if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!!

Well, darlings, I hope you enjoyed this attempt at some mid-week humor, compliments of Carol Ann, my cousin!





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  1. Gretchen Gerg on April 3, 2012 at 12:22 pm

    Loved the story! I would kill my husband and go for the battered woman defense if he ever got me a health club membership, even with a personal trainer who was a hunk.


  2. Taylor Greenwalt on April 3, 2012 at 7:24 pm

    OMG, Now that was funny. Taking excerise classes i know exactly how she felt!

  3. Taylor Greenwalt on April 3, 2012 at 7:26 pm

    Sorry, I spelled that wrong!

  4. Faith on April 3, 2012 at 7:56 pm

    That is hilarious!!! Your humor is just my style!

    • Barbara Bussey on April 4, 2012 at 9:01 am

      Good morning, Faith, and welcome! I wish I could take credit for this story, but, I can’t! My favorite part is her mention of being a cheerleader 43 years ago! As though that translates into “lifetime fitness”. Certainly a proud moment for her! Love to laugh!

  5. Stephanie on April 4, 2012 at 5:15 am

    Too funny! I feel like that myself some days after the gym 🙂

  6. kim on April 4, 2012 at 6:00 am

    OMG, I have laughed so hard that tears are going down my face. Thanks for the laugh!!!!

  7. Karena on April 4, 2012 at 6:54 am

    Barbara You have made my day, I am sure not intentionally. I started chuckling along the read during which your Adonis Instructor turned into the Evil Taskmaster (with a whip perhaps).

    That is why I never work out in a gym, I don’t need anyone stressing me out with ” just two more”!

    What was Mr formerly Wonderful thinking?!

    Art by Karena

  8. Debbie Kick on April 4, 2012 at 10:01 am

    Hysterical! I love it, and it is so true! Thanks for the good laugh,hope I burned a few calories….

  9. Diana Kotecki on April 4, 2012 at 2:26 pm

    Oh my stars, I am laughing out loud! I had to forward this to my 58 year old friend that has been a fitness instructor for 100 years. She will get such a kick out of this! Tell Carol that we love her now!

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