• I really miss having a work-out buddy. For many years I had the luxury of having a personal trainer (Ro — who I totally worshipped) to not only guide me on exercises and diet, but also for general life guidance. Ro usually start each week with a brutally honest assessment of my progress: “You look terrible — totally out of condition.” I’d try and offer some explanations as to why my weekend had left me feeling a little weary on a Monday morning: “No excuse…” Ro would always reply, “…you’re completely out of shape.” I always responded best to tough-love. Our workouts always left me feeling like I was being punished. If there were any rest or recovery periods, we’d use the down-time to workshop Ro’s (always complicated) love life, and debating which celebrities were gay. I miss Ro.