I’ve gone to the gym for the 4th time in four days. This is a big deal for me. The last time I had a gym membership, I’d go maybe four times a month. At sometime, somehow, a switch got flipped and I want to go to the gym. The last four days my body has ached, but its mostly gone. I have also really switched my diet to mostly fruits and vegitables. It hasn’t really reflected on the scale yet, but I can feel a difference. You can’t go from nothing to something and not have it make a difference.
There were a ton of reasons why I avoided going to the gym. One of them was the intimidation factor. Gyms are natural habitat for ex-jocks, the muscle bound and narcissistic….none of which are me. While the chubby and rotund are the ones who most in need of a gym, they the ones most likely to be intimidated by going. I’ve never really defined myself by anything physical and dealing with high school punks, mid-level managers with their wannabe CEO haircuts, and Eden Prairie housewives who still look like Martha Stewart, is not my definition of fun.
Nonetheless, letting yourself go to hell isn’t much of an option either. So I’m biting the bullet, doing it, and ignoring the vapid conversations around me.
Tonight, I’m watching The Pianist. I’m sort of catching up on all the 2002 movies I missed.