I have recently become a member of a gym close to my home after a two year absence. Ever since I started having back problems, I stopped exercising, but didn't stop eating..or should I say overeating. I realized that I couldn't count on myself to go out and take a daily walk..there were always excuses to be had (bad weather, time to make dinner, too late its dark etc.). I needed something formal and in an environment where everyone around me was sweating just as much as I.
I am now working out to contribute to my overall health, and hopefully to shed a few pounds as a bonus. I get up on that stairmaster and try to visualize my heart and its arteries slowly shaking away the remnants of too many fries and cheesecake, becoming squeaky clean in the process. It is hell sometimes..I literally have to drag myself in. I also find it interesting to see the types of women around me: the tired new mother in stretched out sweatpants and sweatshirt, hair disheveled, trying to lose those extra baby pounds (good luck honey, I'm still trying to do that 14 years later), the perky young 20-something newlywed, trying to maintain the nice figure her new husband married her for (give her a couple of years before she gives up), the ambitious corporate lady walking in with her high heels, pencil skirt, and big Prada bag all businesslike and no nonsense. Then there are women like me, have accepted the fact that the cellulite is not going anywhere, just hoping that we can get through a zumba class without falling flat on our faces looooool..
Happy Jumping Jacks All!!!
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