I’m not going to lie.
When I first wired AED 28,000 for thirty days of one-on-one coaching with a senior VIP trainer from Being Fit, half of my friends thought I had lost my mind.
The other half quietly asked for the WhatsApp number.I’m a 39-year-old entrepreneur who runs a mid-eight-figure business out of DIFC. I have closed deals on three continents in a single week, I own a villa on Palm Jumeirah. Until October 2025, I had also been carrying 23% body fat, chronic lower-back tightness, and the quiet dread that I was slowly becoming the “rich but soft” guy everyone secretly laughs at.
So on October 1st, I did what any self-respecting Dubai millionaire does when he wants something done properly. I hired the best.
This is the day-by-day, unfiltered truth of what actually happened when I went all-in on VIP fitness coaching for thirty days.
The trainer arrived at my villa at 6:00 AM sharp in an unmarked black G-Wagon. No logo, no Instagram flex — just a calm, quiet man who looked like he could deadlift my Range Rover.
We started with a full DEXA scan in the back of a discreet medical van parked in my staff garage (yes, they bring the machine to you). Results: 94.8 kg, 23.4% body fat, 71.2 kg lean mass. Visceral fat level 12 (borderline high). Lower-back muscle mass is noticeably underdeveloped from years of sitting on private jets.
Then came the movement screen. I thought I was “pretty flexible.” Ten minutes later, I discovered I couldn’t touch my toes without bending my knees, and my right hip was rotating like a rusty gate.
By 8:30 AM I had a 47-page custom protocol on my phone, complete with daily macros, sleep targets, and a training schedule built around my actual calendar (board meetings, school runs, and a last-minute trip to London).
Starting photos were taken in harsh morning light. I looked exactly like a guy who eats wagyu three nights a week and calls a hotel treadmill “cardio.”
First session: 5:30 AM in my villa gym. I expected some gentle “welcome” workout. Instead, I got four rounds of trap-bar deadlifts, goblet squats, and push-ups that left me lying on the mat wondering if death was imminent.
The trainer never raised his voice. He just said, “This is what your body can handle when someone actually pays attention.”Nutrition was brutal in its simplicity. My chef (who earns more than most CEOs) was given a new rule: every plate had to be photographed and approved before it reached the table. Calories dropped from ~3,800 to 2,450 overnight. Protein went from “whatever” to exactly 200 g per day.
By day 5 I was irritable, hungry, and sleeping nine hours a night for the first time since 2017.
Weight on day 7: 91.6 kg (-3.2 kg). All water and glycogen, but the mirror already looked different.
I had to fly to London for four days of investor meetings. Normal people would “take it easy.” VIP coaching does not have an off switch.
The trainer sent me a 12-kg adjustable dumbbell and a set of bands in a Pelican case via DHL. Every morning at 5:45 AM London time, I was on Zoom doing full-body circuits in my suite at the Mandarin Oriental while he watched from like a hawk.
One night after a three-hour dinner at Nobu, I sent a guilty voice note at 1:14 AM. Response came in 40 seconds: “Walk 10,000 steps now. I’ll wait on WhatsApp.” I walked laps around Hyde Park until 2:30 AM.
Weight on day 14: 89.1 kg (-5.7 kg total). Waist measurement down 4 cm. First time in eight years I could see the top two abs when I flexed.
This is when most people quit. Energy dipped, cravings hit, and the initial “honeymoon” weight loss slowed.
The trainer introduced two daily ice baths (3 °C for 4 minutes) and a Thursday evening NAD+ IV drip at home (AED 4,200). I went from dragging myself out of bed to bouncing up at 4:50 AM before the alarm.
Training shifted to upper/lower split with heavier loads. I deadlifted 140 kg for the first time since university — with perfect form and zero back pain.
By day 21, I was wearing shirts I hadn’t touched since 2019.
The final seven days were “peak week” — carb cycling, water manipulation, and daily pump sessions to bring out every line and separation. On day 28 we did the final DEXA and photos.Results after exactly 30 days:
The photos are now locked in an encrypted folder. Even my wife did a double-take.
Total damage: ~AED 81,300 for 30 days.Worth every dirham.
It’s not about the workouts. Any trainer can make you sweat.
It’s about removing every possible excuse before you even think of it. It’s about having someone whose only job is to make sure you win — and who earns more when you win bigger.I now wake up naturally at 5:00 AM.
I walk into meetings feeling like I could bench-press the conference table. My wife says I look ten years younger (and she’s not easy to impress).I didn’t hire a trainer. I bought thirty days of inevitability.
And I’ve already renewed for the next twelve months.If you’re reading this and thinking “That’s insane” — you’re right. If you’re reading this and thinking, “Where do I sign?” — you’re my people.
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Email: vip@beingfit.ae
Thirty days from now, you won’t recognise the person in the mirror. I didn’t.
