Gym

Yesterday I went to the gym (cue dramatic music).  I went last Friday and had one of my free sessions with a personal trainer to get an overview of the machines (Nautilus).  Yesterday, I finally went back for my first real workout.

Started very slow with about 12 minutes on the treadmill to warm up and then did the circuit of machines twice, with eight reps each, as recommended by the trainer, a cool lady, upper 50’s to early 60’s. It was very encouraging that there are a lot of older folks with equally flabby parts using this gym.  It is all about getting fit to live rather than trying to look hot.  I saw an obit in today’s paper for a woman who is 59 and she had a really fat face and an unhappy expression.  I have a co-worker who is now walking with a cane (same age range).  My weight is my one and only health risk.  It is the root of all my other growing problems, escalating BP, arthritis, reflux, etc.

One of the best things about going to the gym last night was that I went there instead of eating a big ole greasy burger at 5 Guys.  For some reason every Friday I have this overwhelming urge to go out and have a big ole burger meal or go to Moe’s for a naked burrito and chips or some other equally calorie-laden indulgence.  It felt good to go to the gym. which is paid for instead of spending money (or getting my husband to spend money) on eating out.

I know it was a baby step cause it was the first time in a long time, but that is what it takes.  Alot of baby steps will get me where I am going better than a sprint and a cop out.  Easy does it.  : )