Okay, so being skinny is overrated!!!
Yes, I started back at the gym this week, and oh my freaking God!!!! I can hardly move. Even my fingers hurt to type this. That's why I didn't post yesterday (okay, so I was too lazy, but don't tell;))
So I joined the gym just before summer last year to get in shape. Yeah right, more like I needed something to keep my daughter busy since she refused to potty train and the 3 year old preschool wouldn't take her. So I pull her out and two weeks later she decided she was ready. So I started going to the gym. By the way, it takes more than working out. I discovered you can't stuff your face and drink that much wine just because you're working out.
Anyway, I saw a few of my friends there who became my workout buddies and I didn't have to hear "Mommy" for an hour and a half. Worked for me. Except I didn't go at all over the summer because my younger boys did not want to go to the "babysitting" room, and my older son would propably kill me (or them) if he had to watch them five mornings a week.
So now I'm back and it's kicking my booty big time!
Have you seen the machines at the gym lately????? Holy crap, you have to be a rocket scientist to figure them out. I got on one the wrong way and made a total fool of myself trying to get the stupid thing to work. Talk about odd stares. Picture this: my hands were where my feet should go and my feet were up in the air where my hands should be. Not a pretty picture. But no way am I asking the hottie trainers to help me. They won't help without first measuring you and checking your body fat. NOT gonna happen!!! I can look in a mirror and see I have plenty of body fat, thank you very much.
But there is one guy I would consider letting help me just to interview him. He's the spitting image of the hero in my second book. Same hair, same body, same earring, even the same tattoo around his bicep. He must think I'm a little slow because everytime he walks by, he catches me gaping at him with my mouth open. I've never met one of my heros in real life. Any of you ever seen one of yours? Between that and checking out the crazy people on the bikes in the dark listening to funky music while taking a spin class, (a spin class!! Insane.) I walked into the locker room in a total daze.
The men's locker room!!!!
Got a few dim-witted mouths wide open gaping stares sent my way, that's for sure. After I got done gasping, choking, yelping, nearly hyperventilating, I booked it out of there and went home.
Let's just say seeing a naked old man with way too much hair and saggy pasty white skin in nothing but a jock strap is not something I ever want to see again. No hottie trainers in that room. Yeah, I'll take my body fat any day.