So the solution in order to get fit is to find a nice, gorgeous personal trainer 
 ... who likes texting me and calling me to ask me how I feel any time of the day and night, because he is worried about me 
 ....while I whine and KEEP TALKING AND TALKING about the cruelty of life. 
 Eh... sorry it will never happen, mainly because my husband is a bit aggressive. 
 So I guess I am doomed. There is no way I will go back to the gym and use all the torture devices without somebody falling in love with me for trying so hard and for being constantly in pain. 
 Anyhow, the story of Henry and Reed is cute.