Another "Note to Self"

A couple of weeks ago hubby bought us both a gym membership. While making my way through breakfast this morning I thought to myself "What a great day to start working out".

Now mind you, I am not a spring anything and am carrying some excess luggage, so if your thinking I bounced my way on over to the gym.... that wasn't happening here. With this newly acquired membership newly acquired workout clothes were a must (sweatpants and a T-shirt).

My son looked at me as I was exiting the bedroom with enthusiasm "Where you going dressed like that"? Ta Da To the gym! The young one voiced his opinion once again "Like that, they don't dress like that at the gym". They do when you reach my age. He manages to get the last word in "Their gonna laugh at you, maybe not your a mom". Have a good day son.

Now, I have never stepped foot into this establishment until today. Navigating my way around, not wanting to attract anymore attention than I already had with the outfit I was wearing was not an easy task. I never realized how many mirror are in a gym (scary stuff all on it's own). I felt as though I had fallen into weightless wonderland. These people don't need to exercise, they need lunch.

I found myself standing in front of a machine that I knew was gonna win the battle. I had no idea how it worked or why. I was hoping the thing would invite me aboard and start the work out. This little thing, no bigger than a minute wearing a band aid, pops up to me inform me that I need to turn it on. Really?

So here I am on this stair thingy thinking to myself "Self, this is why you take elevators". I felt like I was climbing the Eiffel tower in quick sand. When I removed myself from this contraption, I wasn't sure I'd ever walk again. I made my way through the rest of the work out routine leaving behind the feeling in my extremities. And I was planning on doing this 3x a week?

I wanna go to the gym when women my age do what they do at the gym. I made my way up to the front desk and got a look like "where did you come from" as the air went right through her head. I inquired about some classes and she proceeded to tell me that the senior citizens classes are MWF. Pardon me.

So I made my way to the car and headed straight for the spa where I can eat cucumber slices and drink green tea while someone bigger than a minute does all the work. Oh it's good to be me.

Hope everyone has a wonderful day ~ Take care of you and yours always!