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I Choose To Make Good Choices

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

You know what would be awesome?

Having a gym with all the equipment and the pool and the sauna and the locker room and the space and the free weights and the staff and the drinking fountains and the classes - but have it be my personal gym.

Wouldn't that be awesome?

I mean, I could go any time I wanted. Of course, I'd want other people in the workout classes - Zumba just isn't as fun by oneself - but there wouldn't be a Meathead Central. No one would be hogging the equipment. I wouldn't be worrying about people looking at me when I'm doing silly things like jumping onto boxes. The temperature would be under my control.

Yep. That's my dream.

But it's impossible. Or at least it's improbable.

Yesterday I went to the gym later than usual. It was a weights day and I always feel self-conscious when Yoda isn't there. It's like I think people will watch me and think I look silly, but if there's a trainer standing there they blame him instead of me.

"Wow.....look what that trainer is making her do."


"Wow......I think that girl is trying to jump on that box."

But when I got there, the place was busier than normal. There were people on most of the treadmills. Meatheads were out in full force in the free weights area, flexing their muscles and gazing at themselves in the mirror.

I'm pretty sure at one point I heard "Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, who's the strongest one of all" coming from the area.

Just kidding. But I wouldn't be surprised if I did.

Anyway, the gym's layout is as follows: As you walk in, there's the front desk with employees to check you in. There's a small wall behind them and the smoothie/protein drink bar is on the other side. Further than that is the free weights area and to it's left is the racquetball and basketball courts. To the right as you walk in is the fitness counselor's cubicles and then a lot of the weight machines. To the left is the day care and fitness products. As you go upstairs, the personal trainer's area is on the right next to the women's only room. Then you walk through an area with the cardio machines, then past the group workout rooms and the spinning room. Then you come to an area with the freemotion equipment. It was more treadmills (some with the ability to have a negative incline so you can go downhill), ellipticals, and weight machines and it also has a frame with ropes and nylon straps hanging from it so that you can do things with your own body weight.

This last area is where Yoda has been making me stay most of the time.

It normally is pretty empty of people, but last night they were everywhere. Every time I did a squat, someone was watching me. It was annoying. Seriously. If I look up from my exercises and you're standing there staring at me long enough to make eye contact then you need to be working harder and not worrying so much about what I'm doing.

Of course, maybe they were admiring my sexy body or my excellent form.

But I doubt it.

I pretty much think they were surprised to see someone who looks like me working out harder than them.

Or maybe Yoda has spies and they were counting to report back to him what I did and how many reps.

Anyway, I did my workout and headed home, being VERY careful not to drive by any fast food places. Due to my McDonald's weakness, Yoda thinks it would be a good idea for me to do two-a-days three times a week for a while. I don't want three times a week to turn into six times.

I got home where I had smartly started dinner before i left so that it would be ready by the time I got home. It was ready - about 45 minutes before I got back. Whoops.

I could have decided to forget about it and gotten in my car and hit a fast food place. I could have ordered delivery.

I didn't.

Instead, I salvage dinner. I took what was overcooked, got rid of the bad parts, and remade it into something edible. It wasn't great, but it was much healthier than a cheeseburger and fries.

So, I'm calling that a success.

Then today I woke up late and had to hurry. I didn't have time to fix the mess that is my hair, so I gave up and put it into a ponytail. As I was walking past the window at work I saw my reflection and realized that my hair looks great in it's ponytail today. It's a good hair day after all! And then I made a decision.

I might have felt self-conscious last night. I might have gotten up late today. I might be stressed and tired.

But that doesn't matter.

I CHOOSE to have a good day. I CHOOSE to be happy and I CHOOSE to make good choices.


Yeah. I said it - awesomefish. Kinda wish I hadn't, though. Lol.
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