I was so psyched about taking a weight training course at the local college, even thought I made two new friends. Turns out my teacher (nice guy, but) wasn't "teaching." He'd point us to machines and say, "do a little cardio, then just try some of these." I was starting with a mile and working up to 140 on the heart monitor. I asked him how I should gauge my cardio. He just responded something like, "wow, now you'll be burning fat" and he walked away.
I've watched other teachers at this school gym diagraming muscle groups, demonstrating what each machine/weight is used for, cautioning what not to do, etc. Meanwhile, my prof is slumped against a machine chatting about pizza with a student who was doing a half-hearted cycling. I looked for the classmates I had befriended two weeks before (I had to miss one week, due to work commitment). They were gone, as were most of the other women from the first class. Apparently, they weren't joking when they said they were going to drop out while they could still get a refund. I'm sorry I didn't realize what was (or wasn't) going on before the 3rd class. Nothing else available this semester (I work 9-5+, M-F).
Menopause, eye problems (minor surgery in 6 weeks) and crazy season at work all contributed to making this feel like a huge disappointment. I'm through sulking and ready to commit to an alternative. Back at the gym (near to where I work). One of my coworkers (male) also joined the same gym and, though we go at different times, he has been encouraging to keep going, particularly when I don't feel like it.
The personal trainers at our gym are pricey! I'm studying the stumptuous site, Dave Draper and (nods to WaterRat) getting myself a "dummies" book
Right now, the most important thing feels like I've got to keep moving. If only to resume routine exercise and keep the damn depression away.
If I don't stay down it's not a failure, right Mel?
Jean
Had to drop weight training class
to you!!! Keep it up I know you can do it... and 
