Y Did I Get Myself Into This?

Sooo...we joined the Y because that's our New Year's resolution...to get in shape.
There are 65 million Americans who have the same resolution.  We are not original.
In order to receive the $20 discount I must attend the gym 12 times a month since I am the primary health insurance policy holder. This is a lot of pressure on a woman who works full-time, has daycare pick-up, and primary child care responsibilities until her husband gets home.  Sigh.  I am already regretting my resolution. Why didn't I just say I would spend less money, or drink less wine? Or stop watching so much Bravo TV? Or read the bible more?  Anyway, I have been twice and I met with a personal trainer yesterday.  "Look, I am not going to be able to work out 7 times a week. I don't have the time.  I'm not that worried. I'm healthy. I mean,  I am back to my pre-pregnancy weight, plus down a few pounds-"  quick glance to the ceiling for the balloon drop.
Personal trainer looks up from his notes.  "There's no balloon drop."
"Oh, sure, I- uh-yeah, I- uh- was just looking for a clock."
"Right.  Of course.  You should have lost the weight by now. It doesn't mean you're healthy. You should be lifting 3 times a week, running 5 times a week and eating 1200 calories a day."
"Screw you."
So it didn't go that great. And he has a problem with listening, OBVIOUSLY.
Worst case scenario: I will scan my card, use the bathroom at the Y on my way to daycare pick up, after happy hour and make my "12" quota.  Problem solved.
I still think there should have been a balloon drop, though. A-hole.