I got a text from my trainer on 7/9 telling me she would be unavailable until 7/28 due to a family emergency.  I immediately wished her the best with her family situation and hit send.

Then the panic ensued.  What am I going to do while she’s gone?  That is a total of 5 training sessions I will miss.  I can’t do it without her.  I am going to lose all of the progress I have made.  I can’t not weight train.

My heart was beating fast, I think I was even sweating.  I was ready to cry.

Then I realized what I was doing to myself.  And stopped.  And called the gym.  And scheduled with another trainer for those weeks.

Wow, who was this person worried about keeping her fitness going?  Panic because someone wasn’t going to kick my butt into gear 2x a weekly and challenge me to be my best and try harder?  What was all that about.

For the past 10 years I have been kicking my own butt daily and challenging myself to be good, better, and having the goal of doing my very best each and every day,

This morning I realized that even if I didn’t have a trainer to make sure I was not favoring one side over another due to my scoliosis I could still swim, use the elliptical, and probably even safely do a few push-ups and bicep and tricep work.

End of story.

Why is change so difficult?