After tweaking with my weekly routine a little I think I finally found a groove for getting to the gym. Iâ€™m getting there three times a week, all at different times of the day, which is fantastic for my love people-watching.
I think my favorite time of the day is on Mondays when I go late in the morning just before lunch. All the Blue Hairs are there and they are so cute with their peach colored sweat pants and swollen ankles. Usually I see the Blue Hairs on the treadmill, walking painstakingly slow as they hang on to the side bars for dear life. But this week I saw an elderly woman working through the circuit weight training, and when we smiled at each other I had an urge to say â€œYOU GO GIRL!â€ but because Iâ€™m not one who talks to people I stuck to the nodding and smiling.
I gained another five pounds in my hiatus from the gym, making a total of 40 pounds gained since before I became pregnant with Ruthie over three years ago. I tried not to let this paralyze me, but just see it for what it is. I reminded myself that I first joined the gym last year not for sole purpose of losing weight, but because I just needed to move my body more and quit being so lazy.
It turns out Iâ€™m one of those sick people who loves to work out. The hard part for me is actually getting out the door, but once I get on that elliptical machine and the endorphins kick in I kind of lose myself in the music the moment you own it you better never let it go. The other day I actually closed my eyes and threw my head back as I imagined myself jogging along the river by my house.
SUCH a nerd.