Discovery

I went to the gym yesterday. I did! I did! And I discovered the art of the cycling machine. Because I am essentially sitting down and peddling, I was able to read a book while working out. I go to an inexpensive gym with a heavy focus on their classes, which is why I first decided to join. But because it's cheap and class-oriented, the tv for the elliptical and treadmill has been down ever since I joined and that was six months ago. I guess no one ever really complains since their workout room is always empty but their membership seems to consistently grow. That has been my excuse for awhile for not going to the gym: don't want to go to cardio-oriented classes because it's hard and don't want to go to the workout room either because the tv isn't working. But with a current book I'm reading (My Sister's Keeper), I stayed on the cycling machine for all 30 minutes with resistance. So proud of myself and I felt so accomplished!

I'm debating whether to switch my gym to NYSC in Englewood. It's $10 more than what I pay now and they offer pilates/yoga classes with no doubt that their tv will ever be down. The only downside is that it's a 10 minute drive from my house as opposed to a 1 minute drive.

Hmmmm. Dilemma.
Now, I've been craving a cranberry orange scone. How about that for breakfast? This is why I need to go to a gym. Sigh.

Gym

Sometimes, well, all the time, when I sit and think about potentially having to go the gym, I instantly come up with an equal amount of reasons as to why I can't or shouldn't go. Well today, I ran out of excuses. I absolutely and wholeheartedly despise going to the gym. The concept of being on a stupid machine running and moving in the same motion for thirty minutes make me feel like a hamster stuck in a cage. I tried taking classes ranging from kickboxing, pilates, weightlifting, and it's too hard. I didn't mind going to yoga including vinyasa and bikram but I will admit that I liked the "idea" of going more than me actually going. It just sounds feminine to go to yoga after work and walk out in cute body forming outfits with a bottle of chic water in hand.

I am so lame. But I'm sure you've been there too.

In conclusion, I need to stop complaining and being pretentious and just do it for the real reason. My beer belly just has got to go.

Let me revisit this thought after my dinner.

**by the way, i didn't go. excuse? i had to help phil move. hmph.