Gym Membership

So, we're going down this road again. It's nearing the end of the summer and I'm feeling a bit pudgy and lazy. My beach body doesn't exist, and I don't like exposing my toes, especially if there's a chance that sand will gather between them. I'm having trouble carrying the bag fulls of groceries that I bring home each week. Standing up to pee seems like a waste of effort, but, then, getting up off the toilet seat is difficult when my leg's fallen asleep.

I got myself a gym membership today. I paid for a full year in order to take advantage of a promotion. That means that I just committed to a year-long membership at a gym.

I did a bit of shopping around first, looking at various websites for the different fitness facilities in my neighbourhood that are not much farther than 500 m away from my building. When I walked into a gym today to ask about pricing options, I was told to take a seat and given a book to read. After about 15 minutes, someone came to discuss my options. In the end, I was told to sign up online to take advantage of the promotion. I took the book with me when I left.

After discussing it with my sister, I went online and purchased a membership. I figure that if I can get to the gym for an hour three times a week, I'll get my money's worth. If I make it to a couple of the classes each month, that'll be a bonus.

Being more physically active is definitely something that I need to do. I'm not a father, so this dad bod has to go. Ideally, I'd like to be able to pull off a man bun; I think you need muscles to have one. It'd be nice to be able to sit up in bed in the morning, too, instead of having to roll out due to stiffness. It wouldn't be so bad if my clothes fit nicely, as well.

If I'm being completely honest, I've got body image issues. I don't like the way my body looks. It's becoming increasingly difficult to hide what I perceive as faults under layers of clothing while still remaining somewhat fashionable. I don't have a full-length mirror so I use the ones in the elevator, and the trips up and down usually involve me rubbing my belly while staring at it reflected on the wall. My moobs are like the speed humps that people drive into the next lane to avoid. Doing nothing about my physical appearance is only aggravating the issue.

All of the added benefits of going to they gym are taking a bit of a backseat to this one. I figure it's time to do something about it now that I'm losing my patience for it.

It's going to be a tough year.


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