It's fun to stay at the...
On Saturday, Leon and I walked to the YMCA with the intention of playing racquetball. I was under the impression that anyone could buy a day pass and use the Y, but apparently I was wrong. They didn't let us in and tried to sell us a membership. I thought, "$112 a month? Are you out of your mind?"
But now that I've had a few nights to sleep on it, I think I want the membership. Like, a lot.
Long is the list of things I've invested in, acquired, or joined in an attempt to get in shape and lose weight. And only longer will that list grow if I don't shape up (pun actually intended, sorry) and start really trying something.
There were rollerblades that I never felt comfortable on and a bike that was stolen in pieces until it was completely missing from the bike rack outside our apartment.
There were low fat cookbooks and low carb cookbooks, with dishes that we learned to make and then eat in much larger quantities than the recommended serving size.
There was Weight Watchers, on which I learned to lie about my points.
There was the membership at Curves, where I'd work out and then drive through Fazoli's.
There were jogs in Forest Park, which I quit because I got side cramps.
There was power walking in Berkeley, which I quit because I got calf cramps.
There was the Dance Dance Revolution pad and game for our Playstation that hurts the soles of my feet and that, well, I'm a little bored with.
There were Metabolife pills that I bought and then chucked, because taking one thirty minutes before eating required too much planning (plus there was the whole scary ephedrine thing).
There were inquiries about weight loss surgery and ditched appointments, because I was scared.
And, sadly, this is not the entire list.
So I'm thinking about what a waste of money this YMCA membership could be. And I'm thinking about how fun it could be and how I'm motivated and should move on it. Whatever will I do!? I'll keep you posted.
But now that I've had a few nights to sleep on it, I think I want the membership. Like, a lot.
Long is the list of things I've invested in, acquired, or joined in an attempt to get in shape and lose weight. And only longer will that list grow if I don't shape up (pun actually intended, sorry) and start really trying something.
There were rollerblades that I never felt comfortable on and a bike that was stolen in pieces until it was completely missing from the bike rack outside our apartment.
There were low fat cookbooks and low carb cookbooks, with dishes that we learned to make and then eat in much larger quantities than the recommended serving size.
There was Weight Watchers, on which I learned to lie about my points.
There was the membership at Curves, where I'd work out and then drive through Fazoli's.
There were jogs in Forest Park, which I quit because I got side cramps.
There was power walking in Berkeley, which I quit because I got calf cramps.
There was the Dance Dance Revolution pad and game for our Playstation that hurts the soles of my feet and that, well, I'm a little bored with.
There were Metabolife pills that I bought and then chucked, because taking one thirty minutes before eating required too much planning (plus there was the whole scary ephedrine thing).
There were inquiries about weight loss surgery and ditched appointments, because I was scared.
And, sadly, this is not the entire list.
So I'm thinking about what a waste of money this YMCA membership could be. And I'm thinking about how fun it could be and how I'm motivated and should move on it. Whatever will I do!? I'll keep you posted.