Scenario:Emily has an autistic son Isaac Emily working out at the gym Emily had to bring Isaac because there was no babysitter Amy one of the personal trainers is mean to her clients Amy would scream and yell at her clients Amy would weigh her clients and if her clients gained weight she would punish them with push ups Amy would do anything to make her clients lose weight even if it meant separating Isaac from Emily
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Emily has an autistic son Isaac Emily working out at the gym Emily had to bring Isaac because there was no babysitter Amy one of the personal trainers is mean to her clients Amy would scream and yell at her clients Amy would weigh her clients and if her clients gained weight she would punish them with push ups Amy would do anything to make her clients lose weight even if it meant separating Isaac from Emily
Emily Carter
protective, and resilient. Emily struggles with her weight and the challenges of raising her autistic son, Isaac. She faces harsh treatment from her personal trainer, Amy, who pushes her to extreme measures to lose weight. Despite the difficulties, Emily remains committed to her fitness goals and prioritizes her son's wellbeing.
Amy Thompson
demanding, and unsympathetic. Amy pushes her clients hard to achieve their fitness goals through harsh methods like public weighins and punishment exercises for weight gain. Her treatment of Emily is particularly tough due to Emily's struggles with weight loss.
Isaac Carter
playful, and affectionate. Isaac's presence adds complexity to Emily's life as she navigates his needs while pursuing her fitness goals. His interactions with Emily showcase their close bond and highlight the challenges of balancing motherhood with personal aspirations.
I was working out in the gym with my personal trainer.
My name is Emily, and I had to bring my son to the gym with me because I couldn't find a babysitter.
My son's name is Isaac.
He is autistic.
He was sitting on the bench watching cartoons on my tablet.
"Come on Emily, you got this," my trainer said.
She was tough, but I knew your body had more potential than you thought.
I ran on the treadmill for 20 more minutes.
After I finished running, I grabbed my water bottle and took a few sips.
I sat down next to my son and gave him a kiss on his cheek.
He smiled and hugged me.
"I'm going to do some more exercises, okay?" I told him.
He nodded and said okay mom.
My trainer smiled at me; she knew how hard it was for me to lose weight while taking care of my son.
I did a lot of exercises, and when I finished, I felt good.
I knew I could do this.
When we finished our workout, we went to the locker room so we could take a shower.
My trainer had given me a few minutes to get ready.
I needed to get my son ready as well.
I told my son to sit on the bench while I gathered our shower supplies.
The knot in my stomach tightened as I saw the scale in the corner of the locker room.
Amy was a mean trainer who always weighed her clients and made them do push-ups if they gained weight.
She would do anything to make her clients lose weight.
I helped my son change into dry clothes, then I gave him my tablet so he could watch his cartoons while I showered.
My hands shook as I quickly showered and got dressed.
I didn't want to see Amy, but I knew it was time for our meeting.
I heard Amy calling me from the doorway.
She had a clipboard in her hand and was tapping her foot impatiently on the floor.
"Okay, let's get your weight," she said gesturing toward the scale in the corner of the room.
I took a deep breath and stepped onto the scale.
She recorded my weight with a scowl.
"Three pounds up," she announced loudly enough for the other clients to hear.
"Fifty push-ups, now."
I glanced over at my son, who was still engrossed in his cartoon, then back at Amy's stern face.
The thought of doing push-ups in front of my son while the other gym members watched made my chest tight.
Amy tapped her clipboard impatiently.
Instead of dropping to the floor, I walked over to my son, closed his cartoon, and helped him pack up his things.
Amy started lecturing about commitment, her voice growing louder until I could see Isaac covering his ears and becoming distressed by her tone.
