At my workout this morning for the last 5 minutes, the trainer had us get on the treadmills and start with an incline of 5, jogging. Ohhh it was bad. Then we bumped the incline up to 6, then 7. At 7, I had to slow down, and the trainer glared at me. "What," I said. "This is REALLY hard!" He turned away and continued to help another person. I brushed it off, because I know my body, and it was being pushed, especially after 55 minutes of being pushed.
We all go to leave and he asks, "Can you stay after for a second?" I nodded and walked into the locker room. I felt like a student who was just scolded and told there would be detention after school. I couldn't figure out what I would be in trouble for... unless he was thinking about the whole incling/slow down thing.
I dragged in the locker room, I stretched and drank water and used the bathroom... anything to prolong the inevitable.
I walked out eventually and asked, "Am I in trouble?" He closes the door to the office and said, "Yeah, you're not working hard enough."
Whoah! The tears started welling in my eyes.
He cracked a smile and said, "No, that's not it. I just wanted you to know you're doing a great job, I see you're working real hard. You lost 4 lbs. the first week, and I want you to know this is a lifestyle change. When this is over, you need to keep working out because you're doing so well."
Oh.
Oh, my.
Now the tears were REALLY flowing. I talked to him a little bit about WW and explained the whole process I've been through since July 31. Then he said, "Well, keep it up! And, thank you - you're the kind of person who makes me really love my job."
So, no, I'm not in trouble.
And - how's that for motivation?