Hunh. So that's where my muscles are...

I hurt. Big time. It's been six days since I've joined the club, and I have worked out five of the six days- Thursday the weather was grody and my legs were super sore from Wednesday. I figure taking a day or two off a week is not the end of the world. The scary part of the weather being gross is that I have had to utilize the "turf" portion of my membership. You know, that big scary room where there is a possibility for grunting and looking like an idiot- the fitness room. I have set my expectations extremely low- my goal is to not fall down. Hence my new workout shirt- "I have no idea what the heck I am doing, but nevertheless I will persist." Fit in nicely between the guy wearing the Bad Hombre shirt and the lady with the "Don't Blame Me I Voted for Hillary" shirt on the treadmills to either side of me. I have only had one mortifying gym moment (MGM) when I was doing leg curls (the kid where you are basically kicking your own ass and on your stomach) and I hit the lever which adjusted the leg piece making any angle for getting out impossible. Thankfully, someone I recognized from water aerobics was nearby and re-adjusted, so I could extricate. And it's worth it, because the shampoo and conditioner in the showers smells so good, and heck, it's not my hot water! Oh yeah, and there are no children trying to barge in...

That's really not too bad. Only one MGM!!!

I need more fun workout shirts- I got some great compression pant thingies, because they don't move around, which my thighs appreciate, but I like a lose cotton T. Thoughts thus far:

If Sarcasm Burned Calories, I Wouldn't Be Here
This Workout Powered by the Free Babysitting
Remember the Tortoise and the Hare? Yeah, I'm the Tortoise

But now? Now I hurt. Today I did a full surf and turf- gym first, then water aerobics. Go figure I did arms on the machines- and our instructor at the pool was apparently an arm guru. Can't not do it full out even though my muscles were on fire, so now. Well, I have learned all about where my muscles live. And all of their homes are pissed off at me.

Added bonus? Lifting sushi to my mouth was too painful to maintain, so I had a light dinner. Maybe that's why they always pair diet and exercise together??? If you can't physically lift the french fry, you certainly can't eat it. Even if your dinner companion dares you to lick the Yama sauce off the plate. That much bending over was out of the question.

Not that I would have done it. And yes, I hear you all laughing and doubting me. Seriously, I would not have done it. REALLY!