Am I an Unfit Mom?

In my last post, the most recent in almost two years, I felt the need to disclose that I was having a bad year.  I don't mean to continue with that kind of downer theme, but yesterday I was told that I'm unfit. 

Me, Meg?  It was all I could do not to yell at the 26 year-old trainer who consumes 4000-8000 calories a day 'cause his job is to work out all the time and make the rest of us look bad, "Unfit? I can substitue teach 2nd graders with a hangover like no one else in Northwest Ohio."

I said nothing.  Because he was cute.

My daughter had the brilliant idea for us to join a gym and get a personal trainer.  After a consultation in which we were below average in squats and lunges and above average in the mass body fat index (a number I cannot disclose because there are some things not meant to be floating around the internet), it was confirmed that I was out of shape--or at least a desirable shape. 

I began to think that just maybe this hottie could help this mom be un-unfit. Until he came back with the numbers. 

Even after cutting the price in half, even after consulting his manager for a better promotion, even after throwing in nutrition counseling and stowe and go seating, I realized having a personal traniner takes personal finances. And I'm super unfit in that area.

I  purchased the standard model for now--until I become an un-substitue teacher.  Would that be a superior teacher?

Anyway, because my last post dealt with the double-edged sword of writing and my need to be honest, I must confess:  I've never subbed 2nd graders with a hangover.  I've only subbed high school students.  In truth, I'm  afraid of the little ones. 

So if you have any tips on fitness or classroom management, I'm in need.