Check out this post about what it’s like to date a personal trainer by Giulia Rozzi on MyDaily.
We first met in acting class. He, a strong and sculpted health nut. Me, a then chubbier drinker. On our first date as I sucked down a pint of Hoegaarden I asked him if he also wanted a beer, he explained that he wasn’t into empty calories. The first time I slept over his place in the morning he made me a gorgeous egg white omelet with sprouted wheat bread noting how everyday should begin with a rich source of protein. After a few weeks of living together he asked, “so is the only exercise you do just walking?”
Yup, my boyfriend is a personal trainer.
My last relationship was with someone who at 6′4 could eat whatever he wanted and never gain a pound. Having a partner with a fast metabolism is a fast way for the less genetically blessed partner to gain weight as we spent many evenings on the sofa snuggling up with pizza or pork friend rice. Then our relationship got weak, my drinking got strong which didn’t help my figure. By the time we broke up I was at my highest weight (20 pounds heavier than I am now. 20 pounds extra on a 5′4 frame is not cute).
As a former health buff living in LA I knew what I should and shouldn’t be doing to take care of my curves. But when I arrived in Manhattan and arrived at late night dinners and 4am last calls, my buffness was blown. I wasn’t fat, I was just, well…soft and sloppy.
But my new personal trainer boyfriend (or PT BF as we’ll call him) doesn’t get wasted and order fries at 5am, and it’s a lot easier to be healthy when the person you spend most of your time with is healthy.
And it can also be a lot harder. Contrary to what some people may suspect, I do not get jealous of him working out with other (possibly more in shape) women. Actually I encourage him to charm the sweat shirts off the ladies to help them sign up for more sessions. It’s harder because I felt some pressure to match my mans level of leanness. PT BF never means to make me feel bad about my body, but we have had our fair share of trainer vs. non-trainer tiffs: he’d make the occasional annoying comment about what I was eating: “Oh, you want pepperoni again?” which was followed by me making the occasional annoying scene: “OH SO YOU THINK I’M FAT!?” Which I knew he did not. It was just that his over awareness of food and fitness caused him to sometimes be a health snob. And that snobbery caused me to get shy about my splurges.
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