I have my first session at the gym that I know I have to join in about four hours.
I really don't want to go. I have to, but I don't want to.
I have belonged to three or four gyms in the past, and it never ends well. Well, it does for the gym, who makes at least 6 months' fees off of a member that has been inside the doors exactly three times - to walk on the treadmill for half an hour and then go have a sauna. Where I did indeed break a sweat, so it was easy to pretend that I had 'worked out.'
This time I am determined not to walk out on my workout. Because I want to be healthy. Because I want to set a good example for my children, who will know that their parents exercise. Because there is a Starbucks right downstairs and I can reward myself with a (fat-free) latte when I'm done getting my ass kicked by my circuit traning, whip-yielding coach. Because shlepping around a 15.5 lb 4-month old (seriously! how cute is my little buddha baby!) just isn't cutting it.
Kidding. I will not be an exercise flight-risk because I am currently sporting two asses, and even though one of them is conveniently hiding my incision, it really doesn't belong on that side of my body. C'mon, you know what I'm talking about. It ain't gonna go away on its own, and I already eat really well, plus, I'm not giving up snacking, so I guess I had better actively give it a hand in getting lost.
If I can even get my asses into my workout clothes.
Pray for me.