Chapter 2 - a day in the life

(Gwen's POV)

When Brandon and I got back to Pittsburgh he was kinda acting weird. He was treating me more delicate and more like a princess for some reason.

Since I've missed a month of work I would be a bit behind with my clients and not know how everything is going down at the gym. One thing that worries me a bit is that since there was no gym I didn't get much exercise on the trip. Hopefully I'm not rusty. I don't appear to have any lasting problems surprisingly from a lack of control on the trip and no exercise.

One thing that pisses me off is that when Brandon did laundry on the trip he must have shrunken my bra or something because it is getting a little tight.

The first thing I have to do today is my morning cardio. Every morning I wake up and run around the block twice. Next I take a shower and eat one fried egg.

Next I head off to work. I love my job. I'm a personal trainer and I get to spend my days working out with people. I mean most days I just spot people and help with the exercises but on my breaks and stuff I can really grind.

Anyways my boss is Katie and she is your stereotypical fitness nut. She eats probably like 500 calories a day and spends most days managing and working out at the same time. She can be a stuck up bitch about some people's weight but she's the boss.

There's my best friend who's a personal trainer, Liz she was the maid of honor at my wedding. She's a tall blonde woman with a killer ass and a tight waist. Like katie she's a bit of a cunt to her heavier clients but she's always good to me.

Unlike them I don't work out because I feel a need to be the skinniest and most healthy person in a room, no I do it because it really helps me think. One sad thing about my job is that I have to stay in peak physical condition or else it will poorly reflect on out gym.

So despite the fact that I have a love affair with food I have to keep that under wraps until Katie is the fuck out of my hair. It's a good thing I love exercise because if I try i can eat a lot. That's why it was so surprising that I didn't gain weight after the honeymoon.

Each day is broken into four two hour blocks. Each block I work with a client. At a maximum I have 4 clients a day. I'm a deluxe membership trainer so high payers can get me 5 days a week for 2 hours a day unlike Liz who can have anywhere from 10-20 clients a week.

Currently my clients are: Peter a nerdy guy who is actually really nice and is a freelance photographer at a newspaper job uptown. He's really smart and awkward but he can sure work out, he comes in first. Harry who is a rich kid who's dad pays for him to come in and work out he's kinda lazy but tips well so who cares. Betty is a somewhat chubby girl who has a YouTube channel. She's really trying to get a hot body to impress more men but doesn't really diet so it doesn't really go anywhere. And last is Mary who is a model who really needs to keep her body in line.

Each day I got through with each of them and work out a part of their body. Legs arms chest and core are some of the areas.

When I'm done with that I head home to Brandon.

"Hey honey what do you want to do tonight" I said to him

"L-lets get some food at a buffet" he said

This is weird normally Brandon doesn't want to go out to eat because it's harder to count calories that way let alone a buffet, but I guess he's just hungry.

"Ok"

"Well let's go babe" he said as he wrapped his arms around me and rubbed my abs for some reason.

We got to the buffet and he said something a little out of the ordinary.

"Can I get you a plate cuz it would be quicker I think if I just got both of ours and sat down"

"Alright?" I said kinda surprised.

I sat there alone in my halter top and booty shorts for about 5 minutes before he got back with my plate.

He had gotten me too much food. My plate alone had more than I had eaten in the last two days.

But I could tell he thought he was doing something nice and musta got enough food to cover all the bases.

Anyways I slowly started to make my way through the piles of fried buttery goodness. This was probably my biggest meal in years and it was only one plate.
When I finished he ran volunteered immediately to get me a new plate. I told him to get me less food this time as I obviously had a diet and the more I eat the more I want to eat so I didn't want to get that cycle going.

He came back and this time with the same amount on it. I would've been mad at him if he didn't give me those bright eyes that show he did this for me out of love. So again I ate the fatty foods. And again he got up and made a me a new plate bigger than the last. I just couldn't say I didn't want to eat anymore so I did.
He eventually gave me 4 plates filled with fattening buffet food that for some reason I couldn't stop eating.

When we got home I felt sick after eating so much. My booty shorts were digging into my brand new bloated food baby. My pressed out stomach hurt so much. I felt sick. I took of my shirt and booty shorts and went out and started talking with Brandon.

We ended up sitting on a couch watching a movie and he rubbed my belly since I told him it hurt. He really seemed to enjoy this. I sure do love this man.

Good thing I won't be doing this much more.