Strange Thoughts of a Strange Man

For some months now, I have been seeing a personal trainer when I have been to the gym. He has made a world of difference to my training regime and, more importantly, to how I feel.

I know it is no measure of fitness but I am a lot stronger than I used to be and my arms are starting to bulge at the right places. I've caught myself thinking "nice!" (in a very non-ironic way) when I have seen myself in the mirror as I am working out and have spent rather longer soaping my arms in the shower than I used to.

All I need to do is remove a stone or two of fat from my stomach and change my name to Narcissus.

Labels: Fat, Fitness, Personal trainer, Vanity