10 Reasons Why I Chose A Personal Trainer

The gym is not for everyone. I’ve known that since the day I walked through its doors, and I’ve watched it prove true on multiple occasions. Some of us don’t have the mindset for a normal gym-going routine. Sometimes it’s a lack of discipline, or maybe not knowing where to begin. No matter the reason, it often leads to not going at all. About 7 months ago, that’s where my mind was at. I had given up, physically and mentally. I was tired of the repetition and the never ending hamster wheel I was on.

So I quit..

I don’t condone quitting – not at this, not at anything. But at the time, it was the right thing for me. It opened the door to a new opportunity; one that I was very reluctant to dive into. But once I accepted that I had hit a wall, and that I needed this, the choice was already made.

Here are 10 Reasons Why I Chose A Personal Trainer

Because my heart wasn’t in it anymore

That’s hard to admit. Fitness has been a huge part of my health and wellbeing for as long as I can remember. But it became a task rather than something to look forward to. It was no longer an outlet, but something to “get over with”.

Because I was doing the same thing, day after day

Or atleast it felt that way. I would change my routine every few weeks, but it still felt very similar. My muscle memory didn’t allow me to even feel soreness anymore, no matter how hard I worked.

Because I was bored

I mean BEYOND bored. I would walk around the gym and just stare at machines thinking, “I already did that one, and that one..”

Because I was wasting my time

It’s never a waste to work out. Whether it’s 10 minutes, or 60, you’re doing good for your body. But when you no longer have a plan or any inspiration/drive, it turns into wasted time. I had to get my mind right again.

Because I needed to hit the reset button

I used to have this burning passion for working out. I mean, I woke up at 4:45am to do it, and you don’t get up that early for just anything. Sometimes I went twice in one day. But I didn’t feel that way anymore. I just did it because I had to – for the little nagging reasons we all do it.

Because my mind was weak

Over the last 10 years of growing my workouts, I have gathered a lot of material on what works and what doesn’t, for my body. But I had very little knowledge on what works for my mind. They say that fitness is 10% physical, and 90% mental, and they’re 100% right. I learned how to push myself to get to the gym (half the battle) but not to do what I needed to do when I got there.

Because I didn’t know HOW anymore

I didn’t know what I was doing. There were all of these workouts that I saw in magazines and on Pinterest that looked so great, but I never tried them. I never expanded my knowledge or gave my body the challenge that it needed. I had forgotten the basics entirely.

Because my body was unbalanced

Little do most of you know, I struggled with a serious injury at the beginning of last year. I was in the beginning stages of compartment syndrome in my right leg, and soon to be left leg. It’s not common, but it does happen when you perform repetitive, high impact exercises, while ignoring what your body is trying to tell you. And I did just that. I went through 6 months of physical therapy, and focused on bettering myself. Listening to myself. They told me it would take about a year for my legs to recover, because of the nerve damage that I had caused. So needless to say, things were a bit uneven in the strength department.

Because the pity party was over

I’ll admit, I did throw a small pity party for myself. Not proud of it. But then I buckled down, and I let someone kick my ass a few days a week. Pity party: over.

Because I needed to accept that I needed help

That’s right. My fitness lifestyle that I was so proud of was coming down around me, and there was nothing I could do to help myself anymore. Looking back, I think I was a bit hopeless, honestly. My legs weren’t recovering, my spirit was broken, and I felt incredible sluggish. I could still recite the list of excuses that I probably had at the time. But I needed someone to tell me it wasn’t impossible. And that person was me.

I’m still on the mend, but miles from where I once was. And my mind is even further ahead, with all the hope in the world that this is still my lifestyle, not my hobby. A personal trainer is not for everyone, BUT I would highly recommend trying it atleast once in your life. If anything, it may provide you with a new outlook on what you’re trying to achieve, or teach you a new way to approach it.

Have you tried a personal trainer?