I haven't been to the gym since 2002. I've just started again last Wednesday. Niki and I joined the same gym Paul S. goes to in Pilar. It's definitely no Fitness First but it pretty much does the same thing.I force myself to wake up early now to go before work. My thighs are stiff and it hurts to laugh and I'm rediscovering muscles I didn't know I had. I don't know if it's going to make any difference but I sure do like the feeling that I'm doing something about my health. If anything, I'm doing this for that. I'm not very self conscious about my weight. I never weigh myself. I always say for as long as I'm fairly satisfied with the way I look and my clothes still fit, I'm still good. But since (my) Paul's visit in November and I saw how (uncomfortably) scrawny he looked, I felt ashamed standing beside him. I look like his mother for god's sake. I have no desire to be just as scrawny as he is. In fact, I plan to fatten him back up when I get back. He don't look healthy no mo' and I feel like I'm going to break him every time I gave him a hug. Don't worry babe, I'm not going to make you so fat, you just can't continue looking the way you do, you don't look like my husband anymore it's freaking me out. I just need to insert a bit more meat under that skin.
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