Tuesday, June 15, 2010
I went to the gym. I spent 5 minutes trying to get the lock to open on the locker. I had to put my gym bag in there. I started just to take it into the workout area but was afraid the gym nazi would confiscate it.
I ambled over to the recumbent bike and selected the "random" program. The bike then asked me how much I weighed. I though that was a little pushy seeing as how we had just met. I lied and punched in 150. The bike then told me I was going to do 30 minutes on the random program and then boom bada bing it started. I pedaled, I sweated, I went 3.5 miles and crashed and burned after 18 minutes. Thought I was going to die.
Then I waited. Waited for the endorphins to kick in. Waited for that euphoric high exercise is supposed to bring. It is 2 hours since I exercised and I AM STILL WAITING ON THOSE FREAKING ENDORPHINS! I think I have one lousy endorphin that just couldn't rally the troups. Either that or somebody has lied to me about this exercise business.
Monday, June 14, 2010
and all through the house, the gym virgin was trying to think up ways to avoid the the gym tomorrow. I thought about it and right now I walk about 1/2 mile to and from my work building (parking lot to building). I thought it was more like 10 miles, but so much for my estimating.
I don't know what I am going to wear at said gym. There is not alot of plus size stuff out there. That is unless you want to look like those gals on the biggest loser and wear the bra things and spandex short things and let all your fluffiness just hang in the wind! I don't even think so.
The other issue is the scales. Is ignorance bliss? Would I be better off not knowing? Decisions, decisions, decisions
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