Sunday, March 12, 2017


I've exercised all my life. I remember Jack La Lane, Jane Fonda, leggings and just sold my Thigh Master at my last yard sale. But, I have never joined a gym until this year. I couldn't pass up the price with no contract, to see if I liked it. I love it!

What is better about a gym than working out at home is, you walk in the door and all you can do is exercise. Getting there is half the effort, but once there, I make the circuit. I go from treadmill to the 30 minute room to stretching to stairs to elliptical. At home, I'll be in the middle of a yoga DVD and remember the laundry in the washer, or dinner I need to remember to take out of the freezer. I can stop and do something anytime and often will make things up just so I can stop.

The one thing I find disturbingly ironic is that there is a donut shop in the same parking lot as my gym. How can this be? I 'la, la, la' my way past it as if that can block out the smell, but just the name donut can trigger a primal groan. So far I have not stopped to purchase one, which is good, because once that barrier is broke, it's all downhill from there.

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