Since I began this fitness journey and now my journey to the stage I have had to make a few unexpected transitions and I've had to adjust my expectations. In October, I was working with 2 trainers in the gym that I've been a member of for the last few years. In November, we had to switch to a new facility which wasn't really an issue because the new place is even closer to my house which is a bonus. Recently, one of my trainers decided to move on to “greener pastures” so I only have the one – and he doesn't primarily work out of the convenient gym. Suffice it to say, there has been a lot of shifting and moving and I've rolled with the punches because I really want this. Then yesterday I encountered another bump in the road and I began to feel some kinda way and I decided to eat way too many pita chips. I ended up having a heart-to-heart with myself and accepted the fact that my health and fitness is ultimately on ME and no one else. No one is or will be as invested as I am. Eventually, I will be training alone and I can’t get all caught up in my feelings because the trainer isn't as reliable as I want him to be. But by the same token, as long as I’m paying him he needs to recognize that there are certain expectations (i.e. 3, 1-hour sessions a week until the end of June). I’m flexible but I’m not stupid. So I got up this morning and went to the gym and followed my routine (shoulders and triceps) for today and I killed it. I’m going out of town this weekend and I've already made arrangements to visit a Planet Fitness while I’m away so I won’t miss a workout. I’m serious about mine.
I’m doing this for me. I know my way around the weight room and I’m no longer a beginner. Certainly not an expert but no longer a beginner. I enjoy working with a trainer because when I want to lift heavier he is there to spot me. I also appreciate the encouragement and guidance. But I know that I can do this. So I will continue to do me, work hard and expect the best for myself -- and no more emotional eating!