I did it...I finally succeeded in gathering up enough motivation to finally return to the gym. Truth: it was actually my scale (as opposed to any willpower--which apparently I possess none of) which prompted my return. It is only by sheer luck that I managed to gain just a few pounds during the holidays (I ate enough to earn 60 yet lucked out with a mere 6). I am not a gambler and ultimately realize the odds are not in my favor should I fail to take definitive (as well as immediate) action. I worked hard last summer and fall to shed 23 pounds (and finally return to my coveted size 4 pants) and am determined not to blow it.
Truth: I have had a membership for the last 12 months (all paid in advance of course because who in their right mind would continue to pay (for 9 consecutive months) and never make an appearance?) Yep-I lost those aforementioned 23 pounds by sheer food portion/quality control (hence perpetuating the myth I could simply forgo extended periods of aerobic activity). I have a long list of reasons why I didn't want to go to the gym ranging from not wanting to "sweat off" my spray tan (pathetic) to complaining it would be dark by the time I arrived home (note: this excuse only worked once we turned our clocks back thus was only a plausible excuse for roughly 5 months out of the year).
So.....the charade is up and I somehow managed to log nearly three miles on the elliptical machine this afternoon (trust me when I say that no one is more surprised than me that I managed this feat after a nine month sabbatical). In the name of accountability (ahem vanity) I will be writing about my gym antics (teaser--being the only female in a gym crawling with men has its perks).....
Until then...knock 'em dead.
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