Getting Stronger
As an alternative to meaningless dates and couch potato-ism, I recently enrolled in the Fitness First gym. Yesterday was my first day and I’m telling you, after months (actually, years would be a better term) of zero physical activity (excluding walking and running on two inch heels of course)– I almost passed out in the Body Combat group activity.
Cold sweat pooled in my pores, I was out of breath and out of strength 30 minutes into the activity–and I realized that not only was I the proverbial 90 (its 98 though) pound weakling but I was also sorely out of shape.
So if I’m so skinny, what the heck am I doing in a gym then? The answer is simple– I enrolled in the weight gain and toning program. I’m actually doing as little cardio as I could, packing calories for me is much harder than shedding them. But I’m doing weights, endurance and stretching–because if emotionally I’m still wrecked or jaded to the point of lesbianism (LOL), I might as well get stronger physically.
And by Christmas, I hope to be, even just a little bit, stronger this time.
