Lying to my trainer

I'm starting to get used to the physical training.  I've met with Trainer Ben twice now and have been adjusting to a modified eating plan for a little over two weeks.  I say "modified" because before I started this new system, I was eating three meals a day and starving to death in between.  Now I eat about 5-6 very small meals a day, about 2-3 hours apart, and can feel the life seeping back into me.

I consider this a learning process, this new eating style.  It's not something I'm going to learn and change all in one day, but rather over the course of the next several weeks and months.  The good news is that I'm a foodie and can eat anything.  The bad news is that I'm a foodie and can eat anything.

Ben developed a spreadsheet for me that calculates my daily amounts of protein, carbs, fat and calories.  I plug in my food and out come these magical calculations.  I have a target number (which I find ridiculously low but apparently it's designed that way so I'll lose weight or something) for each of these categories that I have yet to meet.  I'm either on target with my protein, but over my fat by like 15 grams.  Or I'm under on carbs but over on total calories.  And when I say over, I ain't talking about a calorie or two.  I'm talking about the 400-500 range.  This is my little secret.  For someone who almost didn't graduate college due to math deficiencies, this whole system can be rather challenging.

I enjoy the training sessions, although they are tough.  All the exercises utilize my full body weight and consist of  me doing such dignified things as balancing on a huge ball while lifting weights above my head, or stretching out like superman in the middle of the floor and proceding to exhale with the fervor of a breeching whale. 

I used to walk on the treadmill and watch these poor souls doing similar exercises at the command of their trainers and I would wonder if they were embarassed, contorting themselves, red-faced, in front of God and everybody in the gym.

Now that I am such a person, I can say that, no, they are not embarassed.  They are in survival mode and can't think past the next breath, much less notice the sorority girls giggling on the stairmasters.

This brings me to the lies I've been telling my trainer.  Remember taking foreign language lessons in school?  And how you went from sounding like a fairly articulate person, to sounding like a mix between a toddler and a caveman?

"Me hungry.  I go to store for to buy purchase of food for me today."

That's what I sound like while working out.  It's not a word choice thing, it's a breathing thing.  I'm well aware that I need to save whatever meager supply of energy I have (read: afternoon coffee!) for the next 15 reps, and I have no energy left over for words.  None!

The conversation goes like this:

Ben:  Have you been sticking to your food plan?

Me:  Yes---good---. ((thinking to self:  you just lied.))

Ben:  How do your daily numbers look?

Me:  Good---fine.  ((you just lied again.))

Ben:  Really?  Wow!  That's great.

Me:  Hmph---whoo---yep.  ((you are a big fat liar.  God can hear you, you know.))

Ben:  Any questions for me?  Anything you'd like to discuss?

Me:  No---me---good---thanks.  ((LIAR!  LIAR!  PANTS ON FIRE!))

Here's my theological question:  is it technically a lie if it's not premeditated?  If one simply says the first words one can think of, in order to prevent further discussion?  Yeah, probably.

Needless to say, I didn't mention this either:

Although in my defense, it was on sale!  This is an example of frugality, not gluttony!

Ok, back to it.