I have mentioned here before about me not being the best at keeping up with regular work outs. I ebb and flow with the best
worst of them. I have managed to workout at home for the past year and half, and for a while, it was great. However, I am now bored. I don’t want to get up and workout in my living room. If I am in my house, I want to be playing with my kid or watching TV. It has become too easy to be lazy again.
Enter the gym membership. In true domineering wife fashion, I had Tim go sign us up for a gym membership yesterday. I had it burned in my brain that Tim was going to sign us up and my chunky butt was going to get in a workout. Right now the gym is a nice new something (look something shiny!) to distract me from the fact that I am actually working out. I was excited to get in there, scope it out and get my sweat on
watch live TV.
I had it all planned out. I got my workout gear on while Tim gave Harper a bath so that I could be there at a specific time after she was in bed. That specific time would allow me to watch The Originals, New Girl and maybe even The Mindy Project if I was feeling frisky. Remember, we cut our cable a few months ago. I have to wait until the next day to see new shows. The gym and my TV addiction are a match made in heaven…or so I thought. Of the 12 TV’s, none were on The CW or Fox. They had most of them doubled up on stations that no one would want to watch. It was super annoying, but I did not want to waddle up to the desk on day 1 and ask them to change the channel. I worked out to some jams, which was fine…I guess.
I only used the elliptical for the hour that I was there. I really just wanted to get in a good cardio session, and the elliptical gave me the perfect opportunity to get a feel of the place before going and getting all roid’ed out in the weights section. It takes me a few visits before I can get out of my own head enough to not give a crap what people think of me.
Of course I felt awesome for having worked out and yada yada yada… I know the drill. “The only workout you regret is the one you don’t do”, or something like that. I know all of this. It is just really hard to get up and do the damn thing sometimes.
So, as I try to push past this plateau, you can expect some tales from the gym and maybe one day I will throw caution to the wind enough to take a gym selfie..don’t hold your breath.
I did manage a wobbly picture of the elliptical when I was replying to a text. I also took the obligatory heart rate monitor pic…you know as proof or the workout never happened.
Which do you prefer, home workouts or sweating to the oldies at the gym? Proponent of the gym selfie, or anti-sweaty endorphin high pics?