The Gym

I joined a local gym.  I thought I might as well bite the bullet before I got out of the habit of exercising.  My neighborhood pool will close soon and the weather is turning.  The one time in my entire life I wanted it to stay hot....and we are having an early fall....you can feel it in the air.  Crisp nights that feel like football and hot chocolate.  With loads of whip cream...Ha!!! It is so obvious why my hips are the largest part of me.  Everything in my life seems to relate to or revolve around food.  I was at a wedding shower today and could not wait to eat the cake and I didn't even like the taste of it. I kept hearing the voice in my head say it would be rude not to have a piece.  Not a soul there would have noticed if I had politely declined.  After growing up in the home I did, I caught myself during my college years counting the number of drinks everyone had.  Today I caught myself watching other women at the party eat cake.  I am feeling seriously deranged.

Back to the topic of the gym.  I visited on Saturday and discovered they have a salt water pool.  I had swam there years ago and the amount of chlorine they used was sickening.  The place was clean, the music was not blaring and I discovered mostly old people.  70+ in the heated pool.  That works for me.  I'll miss my resplendent tan.   "My" gym is also opened 7 days a week.  I have already packed my morning workout bag with shampoo and such.  Cutting out all the excuses not to go.  I told one spry octogenarian that I was very achy and sore and hobbled and limped everywhere before I started exercising.  She described a horrible future for me if I were to ever stop. 

My husband is home now.  Gotta go.

Sincerely,

I'm so Not Oprah