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For years I’ve been fighting a losing battle with going to the gym. I joined my first gym with my first job. It was about three months before my wedding and I had a feeling that dress might be a little tight. I signed up and it was about $20 a month taken right out of my paycheck. I went a couple times. I would manage about 20-30 minutes of the elliptical in the women’s only section maybe once a week if I’m lucky.
I didn’t enjoy it. It was a necessary evil. And when I joined Weight Watchers shortly after we were first married and I stuck with the gym. The slow and steady 20-30 minutes on the elliptical every few days. But then someone convinced me to try the free yoga at my employer two days a week and the gym membership dwindled down to maybe 1 times a week and I got my workout there.
When we first moved to Virginia, we didn’t really know a whole lot about what was there, and moved to an area where the gyms weren’t great no matter where we went. We ended up at the Y. It was in a shopping center. I think I went twice because I didn’t like the thought of my butt jiggling in the window as you drive to Peebles and Tuesday Morning.
We eventually joined AmFamFit because I thought it would be nice to watch whatever I wanted on TV while I worked out.
That worked for… like… a day. Maybe two.
We had our ups and downs, going all the time to months without stepping foot in the gym. So, we ended up, after three years, canceling. We said — we can use my work gym! You’ll just have to meet me after work! We’ll totally do that! Or! We’ll run around our apartment complex! It’s about a mile if we do this crazy pattern! This will totally work! I think I went to my work gym twice and ran around our complex no more than five days.
Now, to be fair. I was super into the gym in the beginning of 2011. Seriously. I ran more than walked a 10K, a ran more than walked a 5K. I set goals and I had wanted to achieve them. And I kind actually liked running. But by the end of April 2011, I was done. Mainly because work took over my life. If I wanted to do everything I needed to do for work, go to to the gym, and eat healthy, I was eating my chicken breast around 10pm at night and would have to be up around 7am at the latest the next day to start all over. It was exhausting and I wasn’t a fun person to be around. Something had to give. And it ended up being the gym.
We’re now in a place both physically, mentally, and financially where it’s time to rejoin the gym.
On our anniversary, we spent an hour touring the AmFamFit by our new house and signing up. Rejoining members actually get a better price than new members — and we’ve gone more days than not since.
And I think I’ve finally found the secret to really enjoying the gym.
You see, I’ll do mostly cardio and just a little bit of weights. But in a lot of ways, I feel like I’m wasting precious time when I’m not at work or spending time with my husband doing something I really don’t want to do, but know I have to do. So I’ve found that on my iPad, I can make my Kindle app big enough to read my book. I’m doing something I want to do — read — while doing something I don’t want to do — jogging on the treadmill. Why I didn’t think of it earlier, I’m not sure. But now. I’m looking forward to it. It’s 40 minutes of uninterrupted reading time.
And I’ll take it.