Yup I was that chick at the gym today, the one I was always scared to become. I ventured to the weight machines area, a place I've been before and thought it's not that hard to figure out. Apparently for me, it is hard to figure out how to ACTUALLY use the machines! I decided that today was the day my flubby mommy triceps needed some help. Instead of trying boring things I already have tried in the past, I chose the "machines" to work their magic. As you can imagine, I was mortified as I sat there working away thinking "man! This just doesn't feel right but whatever, I can feel my triceps burning" when a pretty good looking trainer comes to inform me I am most definitely doing this wrong. How do you even act cool, chill, or not completely embarrassed when this happens?! Why couldn't it have been just another gym goer, and not a trainer that I'll have to see all the time that's probably like "Welp, there's another NEW YEARS RESOLUTION NEWBY not knowing what to do". I proceeded to take his advice and learn how to correctly do it, but not without my face turning bright red. That was from working out so hard the right way, right?! I then ran like hell up to my treadmill and elliptical spot that I FOR SURE knew how to use. As a few minutes go by, this trainer decides to find his way upstairs and again I am embarrassed as he walks by me. This time though I had it under control and wasn't going to let him think otherwise. I had to say to him, "looks like I at least know how to run on a treadmill!" :) he laughed and told me he could help again if I needed support on any other machines in the future. Ummm yeah, right. But thanks.
Why is this gym thing so hard to get back Into? And why in the hell is it that the one place we go to work on our bodies and literally feel the most vulnerable, has to be in front of a plethora of mirrors!? Because I know it's not helping me when I take a peak at other people around me, lookin all hot and shit, and I'm over here sweating like I just ran a marathon only to look down and realize it's only been 10min!
It's a mind game for sure this gym adventure. While I should just go in and do my thing and feel good, it's a continuous struggle to keep my mind focused on the reasons I have chose to work out. Hell, half the time I'm judging how long to run in order to just burn the glass of wine I'll go home after and drink. Or wishing my water bottle was a wine bottle because at least that would taste yummy in the process of this god awful exercising gig. But I'm doing it because I know the results will show. Because in the end, all the hype about staying healthy and fit IS legit and my mind and body deserve it. But I'll tell you what, if Ellen wasn't on providing me laughs while I was there or the amazing workout playlists on Spotify, I'd bring a bottle of wine with me and just sit in that hot tub thinking of how I really should go work out. :)
Peace, love, laughter, and Wine!