A new addiction

So for the last few years I have dutifully paid for and held a gym membership.  I’ve went a few times, but it was nothing to skip the gym and not go for months on end.  Okay I admit there were several 6 months at a time that I didn’t go.  Not because I didn’t want to but because I couldn’t find my workout clothes, it was raining, it was sunny, I ran out of time, I had to clean house, or do laundry….or more likely than not I had to sit on my couch with my computer and eat chips.  Lazy.  For some reason I just thought that I wasn’t getting near as big as I was, we even did this biggest loser club at work and I paid my weekly fees and even paid extra every week that I gained.  So after that was over and I finished DEAD last, hell I was the only one who gained I realized that just maybe I should do something.  Then I went online because that’s what I do when I have a problem that I can’t solve, and low and behold all of these damn sites just kept mocking me and telling me that I had to eat less and be more active, one even told me that at 177lbs and 5’4 I was OBESE…obese, the nerve.  That site will totally not be getting any business of mine in the near future.  No miracle pill or anything.  I don’t look bad, I’m a size 14 and it fits well on my frame but I don’t feel good.  So I started going to the gym.  Ever.single.day.  And ya know what?  There is something to be said for that whole working out thing.  In one week I’ve dropped 5 lbs and my pants don’t cut off my circulation (as much) when I put them on.  Who woulda thunk it?  I actually look forward to going, it’s like a little game of how many calories I can burn.  I sneak in excercise at home just to make every move count.  It’s weird but for the first time in a long time I am loving to look at my body, my arms are thinning out and my stomach is becoming a tad less mommified.  I’m not perfect, far from it, but I feel better, sexier.  I love me some new beginnings.

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