Bikini Weather is Coming

Not that I would wear one. Not that I even wore one when I was skinny-ish. But it's still coming. That at least means shorts. Or clothes that don't cover every inch of my body. So I FINALLY signed up at a gym last week. It took 9 days for me to even walk through the door. I don't know why this is so hard. I used to work out all the time. Part of the problem is the childcare situation. The gym that is the most feasible has a very poor setup for the children. They have fun toys, but they're in a completely different building from where I am, and there's no window to peek through. I just don't feel very warm and fuzzy about that.

I figured out, though, that my sister and my cousin are both signed up at the same gym in different locations. That means in theory we could meet at one of them and work out together sometime. I've decided this is going to be my stress release while Hubby is gone this week. So tonight we went. Exactly 9 calories into my elliptical workout I remembered that I haven't exercised in over 2 years. I decided I should at least stay on long enough to burn off today's Coke, so I made it 20 minutes. That's about all I could handle, and that's about all the kids could handle in the room with the one lady who never left her chair. Ahem.

Tomorrow I have an appointment with the personal trainer. He told me to come dressed for a workout. Lucky for me, I dress for a workout most days. I just don't work out most days. Or ever. If I can will my muscles to bring me downstairs to the computer tomorrow night, I'll let you know how it went.