It's the dumbest, weirdest thing, but on the other hand it makes absolute sense.
You would think that after 10 years (holy crap, 10 years?!) of lifting/playing sports/working out I would be able to be my own coach and motivator, but I guess not. Don't get me wrong, I have made it to the gym during my lunch hour all but once in the last 6 months or so (not counting the days I was sick or we had half-days), but lately I've been bored, and therefore I've been slacking. Plus, my eating habits once I get home and have a stocked fridge and pantry at my disposal go from good intentions to I-need-chips in about 5 seconds flat. So, while I've started to (slowly) see results (yay!) I'm also realizing that I'm going to need someone to help me pick it up a bit. Lucky for me, the gym at work has a trainer that just loves motivating people (read: kicking your ass into shape). So today, when I asked her what I should work on today since I was bored (mistake number one when you're talking to a trainer) she created a workout plan for me that starts on Monday. And you know what? I'm excited about it. And I actually made myself do hard cardio today, because she told me to. And I'm going to try to eat better, just because she asked about my eating habits. I don't need anybody to tell me how or what to work out or how to eat, because I know more than most people do when it comes to the facts about losing weight and eating healthfully, but for some reason I just can't make myself do it. I could make someone else do it, but I am a terrible personal coach. Probably because I'm used to other people motivating me (read: forcing me) to do specific things, and I feel a little lost without the constant push. Well look at that - I could be a therapist.
Also, and I know I've said this before, but I got the wrong degree. Don't get me wrong - I love what I learned with my English degree and I wouldn't change that knowledge for anything (I can write the best 12-page essay on Emily Dickinson or the 20th-Century Woman's clothing and what that says about the time period like you wouldn't believe) but if I really had the time to do it, I should have gotten one of two degrees (or hell, since we're doing wishful thinking here, both degrees): dietetics and personal training. I'm enthralled by both topics and find myself constantly wishing I knew more about them. Someday, right?