today was my last day working out with my trainer, and i know it sounds stupid... but i cried. in the car on the way home.
see, it's not because we were super close or anything like that. all he really did was count to various multiples of five and tell a few jokes here and there (okay, so perhaps i was a *little bit* attached

). the thing is, i'm bad at uncertainty, especially when it comes to people. in other words, i'm bad at dealing with the fact that it's never certain when you're going to see someone again, if at all you do. and that makes me sad

i want to pocket all of the people who've had an impact on my life and carry them with me wherever i go.
anyway, so my last day with the trainer. he asked, "are you ready to work out? i mean really, are you really ready to work out? because i'm going to work out with you today. let me go change into my superman outfit..." and he walks out with this skimpy dink sleeveless shirt on. and i knew he was a bodybuilder, but holy shit. i mean, this guy has an 18 year old son, and he was doing 30 pullups, 100 situps, 70 pushups... IN A ROW. and i have decided, i want that to be me. i don't just want to lose weight, i wanna be AWESOME. and i'm going to be, i swear it to all that is holy. i don't care how long it takes. i'm going to achieve greatness.