Roughly three months ago I joined a gym and mentioned on here that I was doing so. I also explained my motivations for doing it and what I hoped to achieve.
I just wanted to mention, I’m still doing it! 3-4 times a week, I make myself miserable for an hour or two on the treadmill and a variety of machines that only lack wheels to be capable of taking over the city. The combination of a pill regimen and the functional quality of mirrors have kept me at it.
I haven’t turned into a sexy little pineapple from this, but I at least feel like I’m undoing some significant damage from decades of avoiding exercise of any sort. For example, this week a trainer and I launched an expedition to find my biceps! I have some! Sort of!
The gym has maintained its nice quality, not turning into a torture chamber or dull sweatbox, handing me cheap excuses to avoid showing up. It’s still expensive, of course, and that too has been a motivating factor (skip a session and I’ve thrown away $12!) but mostly, it’s just feeling ever-so-better.
Now, after six months, I definitely want to see Sexy Little Pineapple or I’m busting heads.
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