Today, I accomplished a goal. It’s a very small goal, but a goal nonetheless.
As a part of my… PCOS guideline, I am supposed to cut out any sugar that doesn’t come from fruit and reduce my carbohydrates AND exercise everyday. That last one is quite difficult for me. My gym is not close. My gym is a designer gym made for skinny people and men with muscles. Therefore, as a fat lady with no muscles to speak of, I am not always comfortable going there. You ask, why did you join the gym then? Because my friend is a member of the gym and because they had a sign in front that said “$19.99/month, no initiation fee!” How could I resist that? Of course, my mother and I didn’t take that deal, but the monthly payments are still much cheaper than the gyms near my house and it offers more benefits.
Anyways, going to the gym every single day, in and of itself, was daunting. My friend is incredibly hard to motivate, my other friend barely has time to zumba every Tuesday, and my mother and I have opposite schedules, which means that I would have to go to the gym alone. That has yet to happen, but, fortunately, that’s not my goal.
My goal is to go to the gym/do gym-like stuff consecutively, as in go one day and then go the next, like I’m supposed to. I went to the gym yesterday and I went to the gym today. I feel accomplished. It might be too early to celebrate, since it’s only 2 consecutive days, but I’m going to celebrate anyway. Huzzah, me. Huzzah.
Next goal: use the weight machines every other gym session… per doctor’s orders.
This one might never be reached. That area is teeming with buff men that I know are judging. The haters.