Day -14

I wanted to copy all the other zillion people out there and start a weight loss blog. I guess it's cheaper than weight watchers...

I have had a lot of constructive feedback on ways to improve my life lately. Some solicited, some free of charge... But hey, we all go through different season.

I decided to make some changes. One of which was go back to the gym. I decided that I really needed to get serious about making my body healthier about four months ago. It's easier to think about it than to actually do it. Plus, there are so many convenient excuses. I don't have time to go to the gym. I am a teacher and I need to be grading papers tonight. All those annoying New Years resolutions people will be there. Maybe if I just diet a little a few weeks before I go,  then my fat rolls won't stick out of my work out clothes as bad.... Just me? Alright....

So today was my first day. I proudly walked into a gym that I have been paying a gym membership at for the last two years. I just prayed that my little card swipe thing was still working. Because they always have some sort of cute blonde sitting behind the desk filing her nails. The kind that works out twice a week and just looks good with her hair in a pony tail. She never gets to eat, so I guess it all works out in the end.

My card swipe works. I promptly escort myself to a treadmill that is discreetly located. Not one of those horrible ones on the end where everyone can just walk by and see that you are doing a 2.5 (whatever that means) with zero incline for fourteen minutes and your pulse rate is already up to 127. Not that they couldn't tell I was already out of shape by the marathon runner sweating I was doing on my 20 minutes of "what the heck are you doing?" body talk. My heart feels good, but the rest of my body is screaming out "I thought we had a deal. You eat and we pack it away for winter. It was a good plan." My legs are on fire. My butt hasn't giggled that much in months. But it's a start.

The thing healthy people don't tell unhealthy people is that the first few days back at the gym suck. You feel sick. It's a mixture of nausea, light headedness, and pain. Not enough to stop you from going back, just enough to make you remember your dieting sins from the time of your last work out. I'm not going to quit. I might drink more water next time, but I'm not going to quit.

I've had a lot of time to talk to myself out of going back to the gym. I have a full time job. I am fairly self sufficient. I have a masters. I don't go because I'm not disciplined. All of those things take time and energy I have invested to make it work. So why don't I got to the gym? And I really do enjoy working out. And the eye candy isn't bad either. (Hey, I'm a single lady. I've noticed where the unspoken "men's only" section of the gym is. And later, when my self confidence is back again, I'll wear the yoga pants.) But with all these pros and the only con being the flu like symptoms that will pass after a few weeks, what is my deal?