Trainer

I don’t usually like green smoothies, but this time, I did! (Also: how I lost 40 pounds, gained back 35, and have lost 20. Plus, a spreadsheet!)

On Thanksgiving, I have much to be thankful for. But this post isn’t so much about those things.

I love your breasts the way they are. Please don’t change them.

My suspicions about a trainer at my gym are confirmed.

The Craigslist ad that started it all — a little self-knowledge, a lot of squats, and two trainers later, I’m in the best shape of my life.

My trainer wore a miniskirt and boots to our session. She knew exactly what she was doing.

My wife had a great idea, and I ran with it — farther than she probably expected.

She had some ideas about making better use of the equipment.

My trainer knows just how to motivate me.

My trainer said “good boy,” and all I could think about was throwing her around and making her earn “good girl.”