For the next 2 months, each 45 minute workout was complete hell.
The celebrity trainer seemed constantly stressed out. She taught the classes herself. She pushed the group hard. She yelled as if she had just done a speedball.
Most workouts were similar to the DVD’s that would be mass produced and sold on late night television…the celebrity trainer would just add more weights and repetitions for quicker results. Some of them were completely different-hardcore cardio driven, and we were encouraged to do at least 30 minutes of cardio on our own every day before our class.
Over the course of the test group, things started getting a little weird. Some people would cry during the workouts. Others would vomit.
I found that if I pretended to cry, I could go chill out in the ladies locker room and relax for a good 10 minutes before someone came to look for me. Sometimes I’d just sneak out of the class 20 minutes early because I didn’t feel like putting up with it. I wanted to lose weight and do a good job, but the dynamic was getting weird. Women were clinging to each other in silence after the workouts and embracing as if it were some Lifetime movie about a concentration camp. “We can do this,” they whispered, “we can make it through.”
Everyone was losing weight, just as the trainer hoped for. A few women on the heavier side easily dropped 15-20 the first week, then tapered off to 2-3 pounds a week. I’d usually lose 1-2 pounds a week.
Unfortunately, by the time the end of month one rolled around, I was completely insane, and so were a lot of the other women. This was not turning out to be a fun experience. Once in a lifetime, maybe, but fun. Not so much. No one was being held against their will and could’ve walked out and quit at any minute, but it was almost as if we had been brainwashed to want to stay.