A Gym By A New Name

Posted By on November 13, 2011

So I started working out again. Mostly because all the weight I lost since last December has slowly crept its way back on. Well, not mostly. That’s the reason. It’s time to get serious again about getting healthy.

I was doing so well before I got my new job. I drove to work and the gym was on my way home. There was no excuse. Now with commuting, I basically have to come all the way home and pick up my car and head to the gym. Needless to say, that never happened. I would get off the bus and walk home and call it a night. For the last 8 months.

Well no more! Last week I went back. I’ve been paying for the gym for all these months and finally am getting my money’s worth. And now maybe I’ll stop having to buy fat pants.

You want to know how you know you haven’t been to the gym in forever? It’s not that you’ve forgotten where your sports bras are. Or that you can only do level one on the elliptical machine. Or that 20 minutes of physical activity makes your heart feel like it is going to explode out of your chest.

It’s this.

Yep. Totally different name. That’s not embarrassing at all.

About the author

Kristabella, who also answers to “Hey! Drunk Girl!”, is a reformed band geek with an amazing ability to drink most people under the table. You can read her inane ramblings here, where she talks about her exciting life as a spinster with two cats and a fascination for Bacon.


4 Responses to “A Gym By A New Name”

  1. Angella says:

    Ha! That’s awesome.

    Good for you for going! If my gym wasnt on my way home, I’d have a harder time going, too.
    Angella´s last blog post ..Sunday Mornings

  2. Alice says:

    i wasn’t using my gym membership either – after metro/walk home, going out again seemed ridiculous.

    so… i cancelled my gym membership.
    Alice´s last blog post ..thoughtful

  3. bikerchick says:

    KJ, I just returned to the gym after an ::ahem; hello in here?:: 12 month hiatus. Last I went you had to buy a punch card for any classes, and I was all proud of the fact that there were 5 punches left. So last week I go sauntering in, smile wide and present my card to the chick at the desk. ::crickets:: Her: “What’s that?” Me: “My punch card!” Her: “Let me call my manager.” So I stand there, thinking they’re gonna try to tell me they are expired or something. Manager comes out, and now there’s a full on line of 20 people behind me waiting to check in. Manager: “I see it’s been awhile since you’ve been here. We stopped using punch cards LAST YEAR!” Snorts and chuckles from all the yoga babes clad in LuLu Lemon behind me.

    Yeah, that was a nice welcome back, no???