So, after much deliberation and a fair bit of money spent on hand weights, stability balls, yoga mats and running shoes, I've decided to stop kidding myself and join a new gym. In my defense, I have been pretty good about working out at home, but the endless stream of Adidas-clad people I can see filing in and out of Goodlife Gym with what I consider disturbing regularity from my balcony (usually while I am wearing something flannel and spooning ice cream into my mouth) is starting to get to me.
Sigh.
Gym: You win. I'm coming back. But I'm not happy about it.
1 comment:
I enjoy the gym. So far. Let's see if it pays off or if I drive myself comepletely crazy :)
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