He’s driving me nuts! This personal trainer named Johnny who got into my wife’s head. My wife, Sherry, is 72 years of age and, on a good day, 103 pounds. Johnny has her training for a powerlifting competition in Reno this month. She will do a dead lift, a squat and a bench press. I’ll be eating a glazed doughnut.
Sherry works out a couple of hours a day. A vegetarian for 40 years, she now walks around our living room chomping on pork chops. She eats rib eye steaks with an egg on top and drinks bone broth rather than coffee in the morning. She’s purchased this peculiar black uniform and a big buckled belt for the competition.
Johnny, young, good-looking and a former police officer, invests his time with Sherry at our fitness gym and puts these tight black bands on her legs and arms and makes her throw big round balls against the wall and puts weights on her back as she does pushups. I’ve heard him call her a Supple Leopard. I’m not a jealous guy, but come on now, “Supple Leopard.” What exactly does that mean?
I love Sherry. Today, I hug her and she feels like an ingot of shapely steel. I’m not saying I’m afraid of her but I find I’m agreeing with her on subjects that used to progress to healthy arguments. Now, I just say, “Sure, Sherry, that’s a great point you’re making.”
Please help me on this one. My thought is to go after Johnny’s emotional sensitivity. At some level, he must feel insecure. What do you think?