The Curse

I think I am cursed. It's the Curse of the Personal Trainer. Or maybe just the Curse of the Health Conscience. Whatever it is, it's definitely a curse.

I try to be normal. I really do.

Yesterday I went to my husband's work and laughed at them as they all were checking out a new espresso machine that they got. They were very excited about it. Not only did it cross my mind how much caffeine and sugar are in those drinks, but right beside the machine was a box of jelly filled doughnuts. And most people were eating them. And I was offered one.

Now I will say I had the advantage of having just finished my lowfat berry bran muffin, but I couldn't help thinking..."I wonder if they know that each one of those doughnuts has 300+ calories? I wonder if they know how many minutes they will have to work out to get rid of those 300+ calories. I wonder if they care?"

I also had a potential client standing there and wondered if it would be inappropriate for me to tell her there was no way I would allow her to consume one of those. I don't want to deal with it in a future workout with her.

This is all a serious curse.