I look like crap. My hair is in an 80's ponytail and it's all greasy and out of place . I'm wearing a dingy tshirt and sweatpants. My face is red and oily and I'm not wearing any makeup. Oh, and I stink.
But these are all good things!
Because I just came from the gym. I have been working out for the last three days in a row. Go me! I joined Cardinal Fitness, which is one of those no contract, no frills, $20 per month gyms. Cuz hey, what do I need frills for? Some of the gyms we visited had a mini spa in the locker room and complimentary laundry service and padded benches in the locker rooms. I don't need all that-- I just come in, work out, then go home. Bam. Twenty bucks. No biggie.
It feels so great to jump right back in to this whole exercise thing. I am tempted to overdo it, though. I'm walking on the treadmill and a great song comes on and I'm like, "I could so run right now, for like at least 15 minutes." But I know I have to work my way back up to running. I hate that, when you try to pump it up and then you have to stop maybe 5 minutes into it because you bit off more than you could chew....
For now I just did 35 minutes on the cross trainer thingee and 30 minutes on the treadmill (on an incline!)
I don't know if I'm really trying to lose weight or not. I just want to be in better shape. Or have the option to blow off steam with a workout if I need to. I haven't weighed myself because I haven't weighed myself in more than a year. The number, I think, would haunt me. It did haunt me pretty badly right after I lost all the weight. But once I stopped caring what the number was, and just focused on how I felt and how my clothes fit, I was a lot better-- well, that and Overeaters Anonymous and several counseling sessions.
But anyways my point is, I'm working out. I'm not expecting to be a size 6 by June or anything. I just think I can feel better by doing this.
I'm going to take a shower now.