So, I finally did it. I joined a gym. Granted, I joined it almost three weeks ago, but I finally got myself all psyched up and went for my first session today after work. I don't want to work out - it doesn't feel natural to me, but most of the clothes in my closet are screaming for me to do it. And, I absolutely refuse to buy new clothes when I have so many really nice ones that I can barely squeeze into.
It's not like I'm a hog or anything - I just don't feel right. And truth be told, some days I get winded walking back up the steps to my condo after talking Louis for his nightly stroll. My doctor said to me the other day "Look, you are 51, you are in the midst of menopause and you have an underactive thyroid - give yourself a break." But I feel like now is the time to kick things into high gear. I don't wind to wind up like my dad and have a heart attack in my 50s.
So, in an effort to boost my energy level, lose about 20 lbs, and just feel better all around, I'm pledging to visit the gym at least three times a week - and that includes actually making use of the machinery. I give everyone permission to nag me about it in the hopes that it will keep me motivated.
Go, me!
