Little did I know that by the time I got all the weight off, I was grateful to have the local gym, therefore me.
I have never liked to exercise. When I was younger, I ran 6 miles a day, but I didn’t consider that exercise. My running was chasing three children up and down our driveway several times a day. We were the only people who lived on that 1 ½ mile stretch of dirt road. Going down and up down and up was a 6-mile trek. The kids called it fun, but I called work. Since the kids got older, I find any kind of exercise work. I had not seen the inside of the gym since my kids were in high school. I have not run or even walked up and down that hill since my kids thought it was uncool to walk with me. Now, I am finding myself with the dilemma of going to the gym and losing some weight or having my health get worse. As much as I hate going to the gym, I am going to swallow the hate and use it for the good. Every step I take going into that gym is going to be one step closer to my weight goal, and I will never have to go into that gym again. Little did I know that by the time I got all the weight off, I was grateful to have the local gym, therefore me. They did not judge me for my size or for how lacking I was in self-discipline. Everyone treated me wonderfully when I walked into the gym the first day. I was shown the proper way to use all their machines, and was told how I could commit for water aerobics, and which days they held classes. I found the local gym was much less distasteful than the gym we had in school.