I joined a gym...crazy right? LOL I am not a fan of working out, never have been. I've enjoyed being physical, going for walks, or bike rides with the family, I even swim laps when we're in the pool but the whole "I'm going to workout" mentality was just foreign to me! I've started on work out plans, bought DVD's or set goals but never followed through on them for more than a few days.
I hate mornings, so getting up earlier than absolutely required so I can workout--which I didn't want to do to begin with--was never, ever going to happen.
It's all I can do most days to gather up the energy to shower & get ready once for the day so once it is done I do not want to do anything that might undo it...like sweat!
But as I've said I started working out with a group of friends a couple of months ago and the craziest thing happened--I mean CRAZY--the days the workout was the hardest those were teh days I most looked forward to going! I even found myself telling the trainer running the group I thought we could take things to the next level! Me! How did THAT happen?
And then I joined another group of friends who were doing an email version of The Biggest Loser tv show...and I won the first week. Turns out I'm a smidge (if a smidge is the size of the grand canyon) competitive. The weeks I don't win I'm majorly bummed out! The weeks I do win I'm so proud of myself people probably see me and think "what is she strutting around about?"!
So the workout group has started to fizzle a little. My sister is going through a divorce, and going back to school while taking care of 3 young kids, another mom is a teacher, the single ladies stopped coming weeks ago, and one girl's work schedule changed...plus it's COLD outside these days in Illinois. So I found myself persuading the Hubby to join the local YMCA so I could continue to workout.
Last Friday was my first day belonging to the gym, so I went and did about an hour workout. Today I found myself watching the clock looking forward to the time I'd designated I would go workout! I worked out for 90 minutes and really made myself leave because 1) my stomach was growling and 2) I was afraid if I stayed and did more I wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow.
I think I might be addicted to this!
So far I've lost 22 pounds and I can't even guess how many inches...but enough that I've dropped a full jeans size.