Anywho, I am still trying to take off the last 5-10 pounds I gained while housing Hannah. I am unsure what the statute of limitation is on the “I just had a baby” excuse is, but I am hoping a good 4-6 years. It is hard to get super motivated to stop eating Halloween candy and take up permanent residence at the gym when you know you are going to have another one soon and the weight will just pop back on.
All that being said, I do try and get to the gym at least a few times a week. Partly for the heart health, partly for the weight loss and partly because my monthly gym membership costs as much as a small country. Plus I get to shower in peace and someone else picks up and washes my towel afterward. Seriously, that is well worth the price of a small country.
So here is my problem with the gym. It is full of very skinny, pretty people. I tend to roll out of bed, throw on some mismatched clothes, maybe brush my teeth and comb my hair and head in to exercise. These woman seem to have put on makeup, coordinate their clothes with their shoes, and gotten their hair done before exercise class. They also seem to have not eaten since 1982.
Now, I am not a big person by any means. In fact many people (who haven’t seen me without layers of clothing on) might even consider me skinny. However at my gym, I seem to be one of the largest people there. To make matters worse, I am about to pass out and die after and hour long aerobics class. These woman just stand around looking pretty waiting for the next hour long class to start. Who works out for 2 hours????
So imagine my delight when in the middle of my Pilates class on Thursday, one of these beautiful, skinny woman ripped a loud fart. There was no mistaking what it was or who it came from. Of course, we all pretended not to notice. Still, the junior high schooler inside giggled with delight. Maybe going to the gym isn’t so bad after all.