Memoirs Of J

I think I should have joined the gym earlier.  We joined the Y about a month ago in hopes of getting into shape.  Much to the annoyance of many people I tell this to, I feel that I need to lose 20lbs.  So C and I decided when we returned from our cruise where we chowed like famished hogs that we would eat better (cut fast food, cut out soda, emphasize veggies in meals, etc) and start working out.

The eating is going decently well, I’d say.  I had already heavily reduced soda before deciding this so that wasn’t too hard.  I just drink water pretty much all the time now.  If it weren’t for my affinity for breads it’d be better…  I guess that’s my biggest weakness.

The gym is going well.  Sometimes we go together when our schedules meet up AND the tot watch is operational, but most of the time I go on my lunch or right after work before picking up J.  I’m definitely starting to tone up a bit.  My strength and endurance are improving, but most importantly I feel like I have a lot more energy so feel like actually working out more the more frequently I do it.

So… yeah.  Should have just bit the bullet and joined earlier because I probably would be sitting here thin and toned right now instead of soft and flabby.  I was justifying it before by telling myself that I would not pay a gym membership when I can just ‘work out at home’ for free.  Of course I always had excuses for not doing it, so it rarely actually happened.