Today I joined a gym. Every year I phone them up, grill them about membership prices and options and never sign up, I’ve been doing that for about 5 years now. The main reason I don’t join is I have a very active big dog at home and I feel guilty exercising at a gym when he needs excercising too. We have recently been told he has mild arthritis and needs to slow down a little, so now is the time I join the gym.
My husband managed to get home by 6pm so I thought I’d ease myself into the gym with the 6.30 pilates class. Ease myself in with a pilates class -what a dick!! Pre kids I always did pilates and yoga for years so I thought that was known ground for me and I could do it at my own pace. I didn’t, I pushed myself and it hurt like hell. I do feel very proud that I joined the gym and that I dragged myself out at night to do a class.
We are going home to New Zealand for a family wedding mid February so I want to kick it at the gym for the next 5 weeks so I feel better about myself and get myself out of the overindulgence rut I seem to be in after Christmas. I’m feeling chuffed with myself tonight.