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Delusions of Progress
One of the exercises Adam liked his clients to do when they met for the first time, was to make a list of all of the reasons they felt motivated them to get fit and improve their physical fitness. Usually, from their list, Adam could tell how long they’d stick with him as a personal trainer. The best goals, he’d found, revolved around family–like playing with their kids again–or were similarly personal or relationship oriented. If the person told him that they wanted to drop six dress sizes, or that they were tired of friends commenting on their weight…well, sometimes they’d stick with it, but they never seemed quite as motivated. But when he met with Heath for the first time, the only reason he would give him was revenge.
Granted, Heath had good reason to be angry, Adam supposed. Heath’s wife had left him the week before, after confessing to an affair of several years with one of Heath’s friends, and told him that she hadn’t been attracted to him in close to a decade, ever since he’d started putting on weight. It was rather harsh. After all, Heath was hardly the largest client he’d worked with, but at 275 pounds, he could stand to lose some. The revenge motive did worry Adam all the same, but Heath was resolute–still, it would be a good test case right? If nothing else, Adam was curious whether Heath would stick with it or not.
For a couple of months, though, Heath was showing great progress. He followed Adam’s advice to the letter, did all of his exercises as Adam recommended them, followed his nutritional guidelines, and showed great motivation and energy in their weekly workouts together. It might not work for everyone, Adam figured, but for Heath, apparently getting divorced was what he needed to turn his health around. After three months, and dropping 20 pounds, Heath was getting a bit cocky, and he told Adam one week that during their latest hearing, he’d lorded his progress over her, and she’d looked furious. He, however, was thrilled. Adam didn’t really want to know the details of the whole scene, and so he suggested they get on with the workout.
But from that day on, he noticed that Heath seemed to be backsliding. He’d plateaued for a few weeks around 250, and now was started to creep back up a bit. Adam encouraged him to keep with the program, but Heath seemed to insist that nothing was wrong. “It has to be your scale,” he’d say, “I know I’m looking better, I can feel it. I think it’s just broken.” It wasn’t broken, of course, but Adam let it slide. Still, when the scale refused to show him losing weight, Heath refused to weigh in at all–and after that, things started to get even worse. It became clear that Heath was packing on weight again, and when Adam pressed him on whether he was eating right and exercising during the week, Heath scoffed at him. “I’m making great progress!” he’d say, “What does it matter if I cheat a bit, or skip a day or two?”
“Everything,” is what Adam wanted to say, but he bit his tongue, and hoped that with a little more encouragement, Heath would sort out his attitude–but it only got worse and worse. He kept showing up in clothes meant for smaller guys, like he was completely oblivious to the fact that he was growing. Finally, Adam knew it was his duty as a trainer to force the issue–after all, he couldn’t in good conscience allow Heath to keep paying him without challenging his blind spots. The argument got surprisingly heated, and Heath refused to even acknowledge that anything was wrong. When Adam insisted that he weigh himself in, and the scale tipped up to 325, he was furious, and demanded to know why Adam was trying to sabotage his success. When Adam tried to insist that Heath was becoming a bit unhinged from reality, and that a lot of it probably had to do with his divorce and this revenge fantasy, Heath blew up at him.
“I don’t know what I was thinking, hiring you anyway!” he shouted at him, “I mean, it’s not like you’re in perfect fucking shape. If I looked up off-season ex-jock in the fucking dictionary, I’d probably see your fucking picture.”
Adam didn’t know what to say, because he was toned, and had the best six-pack of his life at the moment.
“That’s the problem with you fucking hypocrites. Can’t even practice what you fucking preach. I’m doing great! I bet I can get fit on my own. I don’t need the advice of some dirty loser like you, trying to tell me what to do. Fucking past your prime anyway–should have found someone fucking younger.”
Adam wasn’t sure where he was going to find a trainer more qualified than him who was also younger, since Adam was just now twenty-four. Adam tried to cut in, but Heath had a bit left in his rant.
“And you keep talking about my fucking marriage–maybe you should fucking back off! We’re totally gonna get back together, when she sees how hot I am now. You’re just some fucking faggot who can’t take the fact that I’m gonna be hotter and thinner than you soon. I’m getting the fuck out of here.”
He stormed out, leaving Adam to pack up his things and head home, still laughing about the delusional fucker, but when he got home and saw himself in the mirror, he froze, confused. That…he hadn’t looked like that earlier, had he? No–certainly not. Sure, he had a bit of a gut, but it was nothing he couldn’t work off in a little bit. His hair was balding, and turning a bit grey, but that wasn’t a big deal, right? No one would even notice. Still, it was too bad Heath wasn’t going to hire him…watching him work out…fuck, he was one sexy fuck. He was right about one thing–Adam was jealous of him. Maybe…maybe he could call and apologize, and get a few more sessions out of him? After all, his business seemed to be drying up for some reason, and he just couldn’t figure out why.
He called Heath and apologized, and offered to take him out to dinner. They ended up at a buffet and gorged themselves, then went to bar, and once they were plenty drunk, Heath invited Adam home and made the fat, middle aged loser, who thought he could still be a personal trainer, suck his cock while he watched TV and kept stuffing himself. After all, he was working so hard that he deserved a reward, right?
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