I’ve been wanting to tell you about my new personal trainer at our park district rec center. She is little and fun and super nice, but just as evil as my other trainer, Keith, in her own way! And she’s almost the same age as me.
I told her about my blog and that I wanted to write about her and asked how she started and all that, which I will write about later because it’s a pretty wonderful story.
Then I said, by the way, what size do you wear, like a size zero? She laughed merrily and said, oh, no, at least a size two! (For the uninitiated, that’s about the size of a 12 year-old child) Sorry, did that sound bitchy? Here’s a little limerick I wrote about Pat.
I have a new trainer named Pat
A woman with no body fat
She’s tiny, tough and sweet
But I do hope she’ll eat
She’s barely a size two, if that!