I’ve always been a heavier person even in my early childhood. Sometimes, I look at my baby pictures and pity my mum because I must have been a handful to carry around but she hasn’t complained so I guess she didn’t notice how heavy I was. I noticed. In fact, I’ve noticed it my whole life. It didn’t help that I got bullied for it either. Throughout my primary and secondary years, I was teased for being a big girl. I’ve tried going to the gym every now and then but it didn’t work out. There was always something that derailed my fitness journey.
I managed to lose a bit of weight over the years because adulting is a natural weight-loss program. However, I still wasn’t at my goal. I knew I could do better. My engagement became a motivation for me to get in shape. While I still looked good, I wanted to tone my body down and look good for my wedding. Long story short, that wasn’t a good idea because my fiancé turned out to be a liar and we broke the engagement. We’ll get to that part but for now, let’s focus on my gym experience.
I decided to join my friend’s gym since I wanted someone who would keep me on track. One of the first things she warned me about before going to the gym was the gym trainers.
“They’ll try to flirt with you,” Anne said.
“I have a huge engagement ring.”
“They don’t care. They flirt with married women so your ring won’t stop them.” She explained.
“Don’t worry, I’m not into gym guys anyway.”
I wasn’t ready for the kind of gym trainers I found there. They were good looking but there was one in particular that really caught my attention. His name was CK. I never got to know what the abbreviation stood for but it wasn’t important. He wasn’t my gym trainer at first. Actually, he sort of stood in the corner and watched as everyone went about their business.
My first gym trainer was Sam and I absolutely hated him. We didn’t click and I simply put up with him because I had to.
“You’re doing that wrong.” He said as he tried to come behind me to demonstrate how to do the workout.
“Show me how to do it from where you are,” I said.
“How? I need to correct your posture.”
“I’ll do it the way I’m doing it,” I said as I continued to work out.
I trained with him for about a month before CK took over. Meanwhile, my fiancé had taken advantage of my time away from home to bring one of the company’s interns around. When I think about how I struggled to get in shape so he would be happy, I feel sick to my stomach.
CK was a better trainer than Sam. He didn’t try to invade my space and we built a rapport almost immediately.
“That’s good but try to stretch your legs out more.” He instructed me.
He mostly instructed me using his words and only showed me how to do it physically when I was completely wrong. Little did I know his mouth was his biggest problem. After a few weeks, CK began making flirty comments.
“Your thighs look good lately.” He said with a cheeky smile.
“Thanks,” I replied awkwardly.
I thought that he was simply complimenting my gym progress but the more we trained, the more he flirted.
“You’ve arched your back nicely.” He said which I pretended not to hear.
To be honest, I liked that he was flirting with me. My fiancé wasn’t paying any attention to me. Things were getting bad between us and I felt frustrated. Meanwhile, CK made me feel good about myself. He always kept asking about my fiancé as if he was waiting for the day that I would tell him we broke up.
Well, that dreadful day came only a few months after our engagement. I found out that he was cheating on me with an intern and immediately broke up with him.
I no longer had the motivation to go to the gym so I stopped. A few weeks later, I got a text from an unknown number saying:
“Hi, Dee. You haven’t been to the gym in three weeks. I hope everything is okay.”
I didn’t reply and didn’t go to the gym for another two weeks. After I recovered from the breakup, Anne dragged me back to the gym and CK welcomed me back with a warm embrace.
“I heard about the breakup.” He said while hugging me and I gave Anne a deathly stare.
“Are you the one who sent me that text about coming to the gym?” I asked, trying to change the subject.
“Yes, I was a bit worried.”
“I’m fine. Let’s work out.”
“You look fine. You look really beautiful.” He said as I walked to one of the machines.
I smiled which only encouraged him to keep flirting. For two hours, CK didn’t stop flirting and complimenting me.
It was good at first but I started feeling overwhelmed by his attention. However, I didn’t say anything since I needed something to boost my confidence.
CK must have taken my silence as a sign that I enjoyed his flirty comments even though I have never flirted with him back. He always flirts with me. It’s been almost 6 months since I started going to the gym and he has not given up on whatever he’s trying to do.
He flirts with me like he’s my boyfriend yet I’ve never even seen him outside the gym. It’s gotten to the point where other gym users think he’s my boyfriend. He doesn’t try to hide it anymore nor do I try to stop him. His persistent flirting has been my biggest motivation to go to the gym so maybe it’s a win-win situation. However, I don’t know how he’ll react when he finds out I don’t have any feelings for him whatsoever. I guess we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.
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