It was NOT FUN!

Even at my age and in my shape I refuse to give up completely on some things! So, I got a bright idea that I'm now going to confess to anybody who might read my blog. I also hope that by putting this information out in cyberspace, I will be encouraged NOT to give up and humiliate myself, at least for a month.

On Wed. I suggested to Brent that we join a gym. What was I thinking!! It comes FREE with our "insurance for old people." (Maybe I was trying to get my money's worth.) They call it Silver Sneakers. (sounds cute and catchy!) Anything free sounds good to me. So does being able to fit into normal people's clothes. So, today we were off to the gym (Bally's) for our first workout!

OK. So, what was I thinking!!!!! Why did I think it would be a good idea to join a gym.?! I think it was a false impression given to me by most of my children who joined gyms, loved it and got skinny. Well....

I was tortured for a solid hour this morning by a darling young adult from our U1 ward, who was my "personal trainer". She is so cute and sweet that I couldn't believe my day at the gym would not be great fun! She later confessed, when I told her she was killing me, that her clients call her "killer."

I actually got sick to my stomach before I got finished. It was all I could do to keep from throwing up! (One of my general reactions to misery) It wasn't muscle pain or anything like that. It was just that I felt totally nauseous.

I was also totally covered with perspiration from head to toe. When I was a child and Allan would tease me unmercifully my Mom would tell him to say something nice to his sister. He would say, "For a fat girl, you don't sweat much!" I guess I've always thought that was one of my better qualities and maybe that's why I have such an aversion to sweating! Allan was seriously wrong today! This fat girl sweat!! It was disgusting!

I did not have fun.!!! And I did not get skinny!!! How could I have imagined this would be a good idea!?!

She asked me at the end of my workout what I liked the best. I was perfectly honest and said, "Going home!" She laughed and thought I was kidding!

However, I tell you about all this so that I am committed and I am not giving up, yet! After all, an hour later, I feel just fine. However, I repeat, it was NOT FUN! Will it be more fun later? Promise me!

Brent called it "exhilarating" and enjoyed the workout. I called it "surviving!" and it was not fun! (I think I've mentioned that before, haven't I?) So, I think I'm in for trouble. Brent wants to go again. It is my own fault too!

It has to do something good for the body to work it so hard or it will just cause a heart attach, whichever comes first.

At least I don't have to go again until Mon.