31 May
Here I go
In about 10 minutes, I’m on my way to the gym. Yep, I joined the gym again. So later today, more tomorrow, and to an unbearable degree on Tuesday, I will be whining about how my entire body hurts. “OH MY LEGS.” “Wow, I wish my arms would fall off.” “And that tiny muscle directly above my left ear, yeah that too.” Stay tuned on Facebook and/or Twitter for that.
What had happened was, Joey and I agreed that I needed something regular and scheduled in order to get out of the house. Once you throw another kid in the mix, it doesn’t just happen on its own, I assure you. He plays the guitar in the church band; that’s his thing that gets him out of the house a couple times a week. I had no thing. I do have several extra pounds of fat and not as much muscle as I once did, though, so I thought I’d kill two birds with one stone. Danny is with his father, and I’m going to leave Charlie with a neighbor, and I’m going to the gym, where I have already paid them to hurt me. And all this seems like a great idea. See how kids will change you?
Posted by Leigh Anne on 06/01/09 at 10:37
But here’s the thing…
we totally have a gym at home. I mean…a treadmill…Bowflex…elliptical…and a TV which sits atop a cabinet FULL of Pilates, Tae-Bo, Dance Your Abs Off-type stuff and the like. All this…mere steps from my door. Yet I can only take steps the pantry and the couch.
Maybe I’ll use you to motivate me.
Motivate me some more, please.
And GO YOU!