Gym Rat

I'm not going to lie it's been a rough year. Forgive me for my absence. After a separation and a major surgery I'm back. I realized something in my hiatus.... I'm fat. Ok so maybe I'm not obese but I can't quite squeeze into a pair of skinny jeans with out some serious muffin top. Which leads me to why I'm here. To have some accountability and to document my ups and downs of getting into shape.

So I joined a gym. BodyWise. Even the name annoys me. I haven't had a good relationship with the gym in years passed. The most time I've spent in it is working in the child care, rarely taking advantage of the free membership I got as an employee. Which ironically was the only reason I signed up to work there in the first place. On the rare occasion I've gone I end up aimlessly wandering around somewhere in between the magazine rack and drinking fountain trying to figure out where to start and what to do. I've tried classes. Fail. I run out in the middle when I think I'm close to death, hoping no one will recognize me the next time I come, months later. But this time, this time will be different, I tell myself.  So here is the plan I will start small. Twenty-thirty minutes on the treadmill four days a week. I can do that right? I'm not expecting dramatic results and I refuse the number on the scale to dictate my self worth. This is about me getting healthy, more muscle, and hopefully more endurance, if I shed a few in the mean time than thats just the frosting on the cake. Wish me luck. Oh I almost forgot I will not be eating any white refined breads or carbs either for the next three months. Here goes......sigh