Honest Ivan

Ivan my long time trainer/friend can always be counted on to tell me the truth when it comes to the way that my body looks. Me being the paranoid girl I am, I always do a weekly check on how my body’s doing and he gives me an answer. If he gives me an answer I don’t like, I find a way to try to resolve it. He usually gives me tips on how to reach my goal which is really nice.

I started training with Ivan a year or two ago, and ever since then we’ve been buddies. The thing I love about this guy is that he’s honest. I can always expect a honest answer from him even if it might sting a little. He always said wouldn’t you rather have me tell the truth than lie? I rather him tell me the truth but, I have to admit, the truth sometimes hurts.

I think at least a year has pasted since I last trained with him. I still frequent the gym and every time I go I have to have my catch up session with him. I have to see how him and Gladice (his wife) are doing, if he’s been busy with clients etc etc and he does the same with me. How’s work, school, anything new with the boys? Blah blah blah. At the end of every conversation I ask him what I should work out for the day and last Thursday our conversation went a little something like this.

me: “ Ivan, I feel like going home, I don’t wanna work out.

Ivan: “Sid, you’re here already, you’re gonna work out.”

me: “Ivan”

Ivan: “Sid.”

me: “Uh, fine. What should I do today?”

Ivan: “You should do abs.”

me: “Ivan, what are you trying to say?”

Ivan: “ Sid, do I need to say anything?”

me: “Wow, that was a hint. (start to stick out my tummy even more) FINE.”

He smiles at me and walks away. I go and head for the blue mats to meet my fate of yucky sit-ups and other things to torture my body.