I did it.
I joined a gym.
This is a first for me and I’m not going to lie. I feel… nervous and apprehensive. I always pictured gyms as large sweaty rooms full of people trying to show each other up. I’m hoping I’m wrong but I guess I won’t know till I’m there.
Fortunately, my husband is a trainer-quality gym-goer so I am in very good hands for my first session, which will likely be tomorrow. If it wasn’t for him, I’d be struggling far greater. I truly have only been inside a gym maybe three times my whole forty-year life.
I want to slap the 28 year-old me who took for granted a super fast metabolism. I should have been nurturing it and appreciating it.
But yes, hindsight is twenty/twenty.
Now, pictures of myself are becoming harder to look at. Quite simply, I am not happy with the way I look.
I should mention this is extremely personal. It is NOT a statement on how others should feel about themselves at any given weight. It’s about feeling good about oneself and if there is something you want to change to make that greater, then you should, as long as it’s done in a positive way.
For me, this means losing twenty pounds. That’s my truth and what I’ve determined will make me feel better about my body and my health. If I want to be around for a lot longer, I have to take steps to help ensure that, no?
And I’ve tried the past several months and appreciate all of you who have come along with me, but now, still weighing in at 141, I’m pulling out the big guns.
I’m a certified first-time gym member.