So, I joined a gym. Different gym. As of 9:30 last night, I was going to call today and rejoin the same gym I went to before (Therapy Works), but I began wavering again during a conversation with my mother and then today at 4 I called the new gym and the price was less than I had suspected (though still way, way too much) and so somehow, I signed up. For six full months! And I actually went in and did something workoutish, which mostly involved me biking toward nowhere while reading a book.
I can’t believe I’ve joined the gym I’ve joined. Body Boutique. It’s attached to a salon. It advertises tanning sessions and has hair care products scattered all over the lobby. I had to change my shoes — the tennis shoes I’d worn to work — before I went tonight because I thought they might be too old. Sigh. Though really, I think I will be comfortable with the place, and it’s pretty close to being on my route home from work.
And I’m going to try to go for at least 30 minutes as many days as it’s possible during the week. The American Heart Association says that I should, and I signed up today for the 12-week “Go Red For Women” heart health thing that they have on their Web site. Then I ate a bunch of deep fried onion rings. Sigh.