"I will not over think this. I will not over think this. I can totally do this."
So this morning my husband asks me if I plan on hopping in the shower. We usually have to coordinate morning efforts with one another. I tell him no that I will take a shower after I get back from the gym. "Oh, that's right. You're planning on going to the gym today."
I gather the minions and put on my gym clothes. I debate with myself about if I want to take a shower at the gym or in the comforts of my own home etc. Hubby tells me that I look hot in my gym clothes because well gym clothes are both form fitting and suck you in. Thus spandex gym clothes cover a multitude of sins...er um...fat rolls.
"See, you can totally do this. You do not look as fat as you think you do. Besides it's a gym. There will be people bigger than you there too."
You see folks. Even though I'm going to the gym at a time normal people work, my gym is located next to a community college. So not only is there a plethora of retirees who are trying to keep their bone density high by lifting weights, there is also a large helping of students and stay-at-homes. *gulp* and my vanity and pride are trying to fight with me over this whole gym thing. Yes, I know it doesn't make any sense. If I was truly that vain, I would want to work out so I could show off. But instead I'm like pudgy jello and don't want to show other people just how unhealthy I've become so pride takes over too. It's a war inside my head. And dammit! I'm going to win because it's a sin to not take care of yourself.
I dropped off HB at school and drove over to the gym only to realize that in deciding to shower at home I had forgotten to bring a water bottle. *already failing*
There's no class that I'm interested in joining today so instead I drop off Knee and walking into the "cardio room." Because apparently when they mean gym they mean the kind that has a basketball hoops in it.
And proudly (not in the sinful sense) I worked out for an hour. I warmed up with the cycling machine, moved over to elliptical to get in some cardio, did a little bit of rowing, and a little bit of weight machines for legs and arms. Believe it or not, I may be a "beginner" but I remember how it works from all those health class requirements for college.
Then I snuck into the women's dressing room. I spotted an interesting machine that squeezes water out of your swim suit and made a note of it. Then *dun dun duuunnn* as my 4 year old says, I saw that they have scales.
I forced myself onto a scale to get an accurate starting weight. I weigh a whopping 146 pounds. This is the most I've weighed for not being pregnant (which we cannot count). Now some of you may say "Oh, that's not so bad." Well I'm 5 foot 4 so it's bad. According to the BMI, which I realize isn't necessarily an accurate assessment, I am officially overweight. I have gained at least three pounds since this summer. So it's time to reverse this trend.
Let the shedding commence!