So, I joined a gym yesterday. This is my effort at ramping up one of my 30 while 30 goals (you know, the big mother of a goal where I want to be satisfied with my health).
My work was running a payroll deduction deal, and so I joined up. My gym is in Modesto (about 30 minutes away), and 5 minutes from my work.
I know what you’re thinking. “What the heck?! When are you going to go to the gym? You’re always bitching about not having enough time.” Well, here is my brilliant answer. In an effort to wean my beautiful two year old (also on the 30 list) I am going to STOP pumping in the morning. This takes me about 30 minutes, the bulk of my morning prep time. (I figure my milk will slowly dry up and she’ll just give up).
In an effort to be super quiet in the a.m. (as to not wake my sleeping family) I already prep everything I need the night before. Put my clothes in the living room, pack my breakfast and lunch, everything is ready. I figure I’ll just pack that stuff in a bag and pack a gym bag, and then I can just get up, throw on my gym clothes and leave. Ready to exercise. I’ll shower at the gym, get ready, and head to work. I’m just supplanting my pumping time (already my least favorite time of the day) for gym time (which I’m hoping I’ll grow to love). A good plan, I think.
I’m hoping this will be successful, since the gym has a pool and swimming laps is my favorite form of exercise. However, I am inherently lazy, so this could backfire. I could end up not going and being out money and up on guilt. Only time and my motivation levels will tell.
I’m also hoping that it will help my increasingly foul mood (holiday blues, anyone? I am not quite ready to blog about it, but holy jesus, I have a case of the jaggities. I’m really not pleasant to be around lately. Just keep repeating: It’s the most wonderful time of the year -yeah right).
So there it is, a little progress on the list. It almost makes me feel happy. Gets better every day.
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