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FROM: DVD? GYM? TRAINER? 1
We've all sighted (and tried to avoid) those personal trainer types who loiter outside health food stores, scowling judgmentally as one glides guiltily into an adjacent fast food joint for a post-burn burger and shake (since they each look like they've never tasted a donut in their lives, I choose to interpret these glares as envy).
A friend of a friend's ex-girlfriend's cousin decided to hire a trainer because he was getting married and didn't want to look tubby in his tux, so his housekeeper's forth husband's uncle recommended a trainer he had been using.
When trainer lady found out the dude's finance had a bigger gut than he did, she offered a 21% discount for 24 sessions.
On day one the stick and balls went to the park where she put them to work so hard they temporarily forgot what breathing silently felt like.
Both men felt burns in places they had long lost touch with but neither would allow themselves to cry in front of a girl.
Deciding to tough it out turned out to be a mistake when their lower limbs gave way and she forced them up by yelling and helping them lose their desire to get married.
Mad at each other, the two beaus decided that she (
And although they'd paid for 24 sessions, they called to tell her not to return.
Next morning she turned up at their house and didn't leave until they'd completed their 24 sessions and hated women even more!
Both men collectively lost 62lbs and out of
I ask you again: DVDs? Gym? Trainer?
Ella Roberts,
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