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Two Steps Forward, One Step Back

Two Steps Forward, One Step Back

Two things made this a turnaround weekend.

After much debate - and some luck with a discounted special - we got a gym membership. A little less than two for the price of one but definitely what I was happy to pay for two of us to "get huge", as D says.

It was almost like a dream, throwing my workout suit on, leaving the apartment, walking down the hall, leaving out the main front door, ascending down 9 steps to the sidewalk, looking VERY carefully - both ways - before crossing the street, taking about 5 steps, opening the door to the gym and flashing my fancy gym membership card to go through the turnstile.

It's not going to get any more convenient than this. It is literally like having a gym in your building but better because it's THREE FLOORS with a swimmig pool, sauna and tanning beds.

How can I be so excited? Because I'm getting nostalgic for that amazing feeling of being strong and in shape. Of not being out of breath. Of having less hormonal waves of emotion. Of being on a more even keel.

There's a lot of pressure for the little gym across the street. Hope it's up to the challenge.

The second thing that made this weekend great was the two phone calls I got to make on my landline. There I was, sitting on my bed, chatting away to my mom - Happy Mother's Day again - and then to my pregnant friend.

I'm sure she'll forgive me for pointing out that she is with child as from the sounds of it, she is definitely showing. Wish I could see her go through this spectacular experience. But, at least I can sit on the bed with my Earl Grey Tea and chat to her about it.

The hour seemed to go by quite quickly but I need to restrain myself until I get the bill.

It was not all roses and sunshine, however.

The biggest-suck-when-she-gets-sick is feeling like a piece of crap and didn't really get a good sleep. There is a flu/cold/death going around that not only makes you feel like your throat is on fire but also intense exhaustion as if you've run a marathon.

This may also inhibit me from going to the gym.

Great - like dangling a carrot for a horse.

I guess you can't have it all.


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