Joining a Gym

I joined a gym a few months ago. I worked for the City of Baltimore at the time and I got a really decent monthly rate. I also tapped into the AARP rate for a further discount. I figured it was about time that I tried to reign in the effects of one too many breakfast donuts from work. So I started small and told my husband that I loved him dearly however he was beginning to grow a belly that mimicked mine while I was pregnant so many years ago and he had to go with me I needed moral support. And I figured it was also be good for our health since we are getting older. Anyway my forty year class reunion is coming up and I really do want to look good for all those other biddies that I went to school with. Not that I am complaining about my looks, I just gained weight like the rest of the country.

So there I was standing in front of the gym, in these workout knee high pants, a sweat shirt with a hoodie on it, because I really didn't want people to look at me, and my overweight misshapen body. I dragged my husband with me, like he really needs it, other than the gut he is still one fine specimen of the male gender. Just don't know how they do it, they continue to look good as the years go by and I have to work at it...Go figure.

My son gave me a pep talk before I trudged my fat behind to the Gym. Take a book, take my Ipod, (he even loaded it with music that had some pep to it that I could walk on the treadmill with) he really is a good guy, he told me to take my towel, deodorant, soap, change of clothes, brush, cold water bottle and a lock for my locker. He also told me that when you go to the gym you have to wipe down all the equipment after you use it.

Upon entering the Gym, we were greeted by this wisp of a person, I swear she weighed no more than 110 lbs, all smiles and energetic. It was embarrassing to register that I weighed a whopping 160 lbs. Shocked wasn't quite the word that I would use when they put me on a scale. My husband, snickers behind me, then pats my rear and tells me that he still loves every ounce. I knew there was a reason that I kept him around all these years.

We were given a tour of the gym and there were machines there that once the personal trainer told me what I had to do on them I actually blushed. I haven't blushed since I was fifteen. Ray, my wonderful husband raising his eyebrows and smirking at me when they told me I had to lay across this one bench and raise my legs while pulling down on a weight, the man has dirty thoughts. But being the good camper that I am, and I am determined to lose those extra pounds. So I hide my embarrassment and shoo Ray to another sector of the Gym and tell him to do whatever just to get the color to fall from cheeks.

So I started small, and I used muscles that I forgot that I had. I walked on the treadmill, did 3 miles, did some weight training, and some sit ups the first night. To say that I was exhausted the first day would be an understatement. However I have a one track mind when I set up a project and I am determined that I am going to lose 30 pounds and have defined arms and legs by the time I go to the reunion.

I really thought that I would be one of the heaviest people there, in my mind anyway, yet I found that there were a lot of people my age there. I have been going now three days a week and I worked my way up to two hours an evening. I am finding that the pounds are slowly coming off, I am eating better, I can walk the mall without becoming winded and I actually look forward to my time at the gym. I have to admit that my Ray has lost some of that weight around his gut and his jeans are fitting better. We just may try out some of those positions that the personal trainer was showing us...*lowers eyes and smiles seductively*.....