I’ve been going to the gym for about five months now. And by “going to the gym”, I mean that I have seen the inside of the facility. I have lost a little weight (five pounds) and my clothes are starting to feel loose.
At least they did last week.
That was before the weekend.
Six meals on the weekend, right? How about a legendary McDonald’s meal which took me a full 24 hours to recover from. It was with me till the very end, if you know what I mean. Another meal consisted solely of peanut M&M’s and Mountain Dew. Then I did it again later, only worse, with peanut M&M’s and Cheeto’s.
Monday is a brand new day. To the gym! With it’s elliptical machines awaiting! With it’s five televisions all tuned in to stupid local news and I’m too scared to change the channel!
Monday is the 6:15 Pilates class.
“Good idea”, I think.
“Bet I could do the elliptical for 25 minutes BEFORE I do the class,” I think.
I was the youngest in the class, by far. No offense to the ladies in the class who will never read this, but it’s the truth. However, who do you suppose was the one person who couldn’t complete a single set? Whose legs were shaking like a very chilly chihuahua?
I will give you three guesses but the first two don’t count.
Please pass the chocolate……
