So I've decided to take the plunge and joined the gym last month. I went to the gym quite a bit when we lived in Las Vegas but, since we've been in Philly, I've been trying to ignore my extreme lack of exercise. If you want to hear about my fun times at the Las Vegas gyms, read my Gym Diaries or how I returned to the treadmill after my breast implants....
This year, the holidays came and went and I noticed that I was sporting an extra large muffin top.
I'm not 25 anymore - that's when I could starve myself for a week and be back in my skinny jeans. These days, when I'm teetering on the very edge of my mid-30s (dear God), just maintaining my current blubber, without growing any new fat, takes some serious.effing.work. Luckily, I know this now. I'm no longer in denial that I'm not the "skinny girl" like I used to be. I'm not in denial that I cant eat whatever I want anymore. I'm not in denial that soda, ice cream and beer are no longer my BFFs.
Damn you, food!
I will admit it gets a bit frustrating that, even when I watch what I eat and pull an hour of cardio at the gym 4-5 days a week, I don't see any real change.
And sadly, the gym is my only real outlet of getting out of the house on a regular basis right now. No problem, I'm a veteran at this work-at-home-mom business and I'm grateful to have the excuse to go. I'm hoping that the opportunity will encourage my confidence to get bigger, and my ass to get smaller. And for a writer, it makes for great people watching. If I only had a tape recorder in my brain so I could remember everything I've seen while sweating off the calories. Maybe I should bring my laptop to the gym and prop it up on my treadmill while I'm power walking...