My husband and I booked our two free personal training sessions back to back. When we arrived, the sports club couldn't find our appointments, but were kind enough to squeeze us in for an hour of high pressure sales.
To help us more efficiently we were handed two forms. The trainer had us fill in privileged information such as height, weight, age, gender, and fitness goals. Then he used the information to calculate our BMI's with what looked like a high tech PS3 controller. I was 1% over normal.
"So...Nikki, what is your fitness goal?" the trainer asked.
"I'm going to loose 1% body fat this month," I responded.
"Impossible, that will take 6-8 weeks," he replied.
"Want to bet?" I challenged.
"What are we betting?" he asked.
"The satisfaction of being right," I presented the extremely high stakes.
"Okay, but you're not gonna win. If you could lose 1% in a month...you'd be the poster child for fitness," he warned me.
"We'll see," I answered. My confidence unwavering.
Later that night my husband questioned the wager.
"You know, there's a possibility you might be wrong on this one," my husband warned me. "That guy is personal trainer, he probably knows what he's talking about."
"That guy doesn't know anything," I barked back.
My husband raised his eyebrows at me.
"Okay, so I might of added 15 pound to the weight I wrote down," I filled him in on my tiny white lie.
"You're nuts...who does that?" he laughed.
I also wrote that I'm 29. Who says cheaters never win.