Yesterday I called a gym to find out what kind of classes they offer, prices, etc. The guy answered my questions and said that I could drop by and talk to him after I got off work if I wanted to.
Since I already had to go over to that area of town to pick up Mercy (that's a long story), I figured I'd drop by, he'd give me a little tour of the place, ask if I had any more questions, and try to encourage me to join.
I seriously felt less pressured when I went to buy my car. It was crazy! The guy who I was talking to is a "pro boxer" and had all these plaques and whatnot up in his office. I was afraid if I didn't sign a contract, he would box me (or bite my ear off). So I did. But not after negotiating a trial period in which I can get my money back if I don't like it.
I'm so not excited about it. I hate working out. I hate spending money to do something I hate so much, but I also don't want to be a blob. I'm supposed to go today and have a free consultation with a personal trainer who will show me how to use all the equipment, etc. Blah. Maybe my friend Arthur will join this gym and go to classes with me. Maybe my boyfriend who is already a member there will go with me some time too! Maybe I will actually charge up my MP3 player and use it now. Time will tell.
In other progress reporting news, I have yet to have a coke today and have even had a few sips of water. (It's on purpose that I'm failing to mention the sweet tea I had a few minutes ago)
Oh, and for those of you who are my myspace friends, I have a new "how well do you know me" quiz on my profile. Take it!
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:) Well, guess what? Ma just joined a gym, and she said she will get me a membership too. So we will both be working on avoiding the "blob" status. :) lol I think I am really going to give it a try. I want to experience a flat tummy for once. Probably better to try for it before I marry and have kids (a kid). lol :)
Way to go Momma! Kids...a kid...1/2 a kid...a fish...a houseplant. Sorry, I was plotting the progression of the desire for kids that we previously discussed.
I did pilates last night. Good 'ole Denise Austin. Every time she tells me she wants to see my smiling face I rebel and stick my tongue out instead.
My buns are killing me today. Pilates do mean things to my muscles.
Denise Austin is the devil! I may try to catch the Yoga/Pilates class at the gym next week. I'm already anticipating the soreness!
The awful thing is the way she says, "HIT THE SPOT PILATES FOR BUNS!" It's as if what she's really saying must be, "Let's spend the next 30 minutes curled up on the softa, eating chocolate, and chatting with our friends!" or "Publisher's Clearing House is at your front door!"
The REALLY awful thing? I think she actually really is that excited about them.
What. the. crap.
Let us know how it goes. We can complain of aching muscles together. It'll be fun!
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