Nigel (my fitness trainer): So how yuh diet goin’, Dela? How yuh food?
Me (as I do my 20th squat against the big round ball): hmm…well… it’s not baaadd… but it’s not great either.
Nigel (as he continues to eat his breakfast of salad): yeah?
Me (switching to some arm raises with the ball): Yeah. I bought some veggies over the weekend for salad and to cook but didn’t get a chance to prep them. So I’ve ended up buying lunch still.
Nigel: ……
Me: 17…18…19….20!
Nigel: Ah could tell yuh something an’ yuh won’t vex?
Me: huh?
Nighel: Ah could speak meh mind an’ yuh won’t geh mad or anything?
Me: Yeah, yeah… sure.
Nigel: Ah think yuh bein’ lazy!
Me: lol… I know!
Nigel (silently staring at me while chewing his lettuce):………………….
Me (awkward silence as I realize he’s not laughing or going to laugh):…………………
Nigel: Ah need yuh to do something about that. Fix that.
Me (not sure what to say):………………..
Nigel (still staring at me expectantly): …………………………..
Me (Still tryin’ to keep the mood light): Well, if yuh goin’ to put it like dat Nigel… chuckle…
Nigel (no chuckle. continues to stare):………………………………
Me: Fine. I’ll fix it.
*pause*
Me: That’s 3 sets of 20, Nigel. That it?
Nigel: Dela, I ever tell you to do 3 sets? I said for you to do 3 sets?
Me: No… you didn’t say how many…
Nigel: Right. So do 5 sets. 5 Sets of 20.
Me: 5 sets of everything? Squats? Twists? Arm Raises?
Nigel:…………………….
Me: 1…2…3…4………….
