Mummy&Roo

I went to the gym today. I drove there, if I walked I'd be shattered before I got there. I parked and put an hour parking on, I wasn't even kidding myself I'd be in there long. Walked in through the air lock tubes and surveyed my surroundings. Machines I recognised and a couple I didn't, a sign for the men's changing and some vending machines. Step one: find women's changing. I wondered around looking surprisingly lost in a small gym room and found a door with a sign which said ladies, success! I stowed my bag in a locker, which I couldn't lock as I can't remember my padlock combination. I then took my bag back out and remembered to change my shoes. Set my music going and hopped on a treadmill. 5 minutes brisk walk and I was walked up and sweating already. On to the cross trainer for a whole 2 minutes before I decide I need to resolve my lack of water. But an overpriced bottle of water and head back to a treadmill. Do 5 minutes including a half...

So I've joined the gym, again! I'm not on some insane health binge, it's not a resolution, it's not a sudden change. There's 2 reasons I've joined: 1) I am fat and unhealthy 2) I need something for me! Without a child in tow Mostly it's number 2, it's certainly the reason why now! I've been fat and unhealthy for years. I am not a gym bunny, I will not become a gym bunny. But I do sometimes enjoy the gym, it's a good way to work out the stress of life and it gives me some time alone. I'll be blogging here about my progress and any effects it's having. I am going to weigh myself but this isn't an attempt at weight loss, I don't care what the scales say I care about how I feel. I've taken before photos which there's no way I'm sharing now but maybe later. I'm going to post day 1 as a separate blog though so you can appreciate my first time back in a gym since 2013 in all its glory.