We’re joining a gym

20 Mar

I’m writing this so that when you no longer hear from me, you’ll know it’s because I died on an elliptical machine in said gym.

A few weeks ago, when my husband mentioned joining a gym, I totally rejected that idea.  I didn’t want to have to leave the comfort of home to exercise.  I am self-conscious, so going to a gym in all my Fat American glory didn’t seem appealing, especially as everyone here seems pretty fit.  My idea was to buy an elliptical.  Simple enough.  But then Josh wanted to partake of the elliptical, did some research, picked out a better one which was on sale.  Okay, sale’s good.  Except when we went to buy it, we learned it was out of stock.  For at least two weeks.

Meanwhile, I wasn’t getting skinnier and my favorite pair of jeans finally wore out in places that made them unfit for public use.

So Sunday, I went up to the nearby Starbucks to do some writing, and thinking about how I need to get out of the house more to make writing my job …and as I walked from the parking garage and across the complex towards the Starbucks, I passed a gym. A gym announcing that it was only 200 euro a year to join!  And all classes were free!

And then I started thinking – a very dangerous thing.  Then I mentioned it to Josh – even more dangerous.

But it made complete sense.  We could join this gym, so conveniently located close to home and office for the same cost as one elliptical that quite frankly, we have no room for in our house.  I could take pilates or yoga or zumba to my heart’s content at no extra cost.  I could theoretically go to the gym with laptop in tow, work out, go to Starbucks, get a big cup of inexpensive and low in calories tea and write.

And then, I can fit into all the jeans I packed and moved with me that don’t fit because I ate my way through the stress of the move.  I even have my first goal set – to fit into a specific pair of jeans that alllllmost fit – and first reward for making that goal – a pair of red Converse sneakers.  Which will look cute with the jeans.

So that’s the new and improve game plan – make time to get myself in shape, and write, all in one pretty convenient package.

But if I suddenly stop posting here, imagine my slender form draped gracefully over an elliptical, fainted dead away.  That’ll be prettier than the actual picture, me, red-faced, gasping, in ill-fitting yoga pants, begging to be put out of my misery while cursing the gym, the equipment, myself, my husband, and the inventors of the sadistic gym equipment.



7 Responses to “We’re joining a gym”

  1. Sharon Hoover Weidemann March 20, 2012 at 1:06 pm #

    Yep, my husband bought me an eliptical last year with some of our tax return. My daughter is not only special needs emotionally, but also has developed intestinal failure which means she can’t go to school… Which means I’m pretty much a shut in. I do the exercise thing on occasion until the health needs hit the next bump which has me holding on and going along for a ride…since January, I’ve exercised once. It was the night I found out my daughter had lost weight due to a communication issue. It’s the only time I’ve made it through a workout without thinking I would die in the middle of it… No, this time I was singing “mean” with Taylor Swift while my hubby and kids sat chuckling upstairs… From the US to mom to another, you go girl!

  2. lexiemom March 20, 2012 at 2:57 pm #

    Good luck! Here’s to a healthier, happier you!

  3. abbie wolent March 20, 2012 at 6:46 pm #

    I wish these posts had a like button………..

  4. MommaExpat March 21, 2012 at 6:59 am #

    I have a complete love/hate relationship with the gym. For a brief time I actually worked at one (shudder). Power to you for taking that first step!

  5. Audrey March 21, 2012 at 2:41 pm #

    Sounds like the perfect plan! Let us know how goes. I applaud you for joining the gym – I don’t want to so I end up doing crazy things like commuting to work on my bike along busy roads instead. Although, from your image of passing out on the elliptical, gyms may not be much safer…

  6. Megan Luck March 24, 2012 at 9:48 pm #

    Well I hope this adventure turns out better then you think it will and enjoy those Zumba classes, they are real fun. I am not a Yoga type but the Zumba is fast and keeps you moving good. Enjoy!

  7. wonkafonka March 29, 2012 at 9:22 pm #

    Zumba and yoga – the two reasons I make it to the gym on anything resembling a regular basis. My jeans still don’t fit, though – better step it up at my end. I look forward to seeing a picture of the red converse sneakers – I love my green ones!! 🙂

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