SO- I finally agreed to getting a gym membership, if we joined a gym that had ZERO contracts and that I actually liked. So, we joined our local YMCA. Josh used to go when he was in High School and I went until a few years ago.
So, we got all signed up. We took our pictures, paid our "dues" and off we went. Well, not before I asked if there was a spot I could stream my workouts on my phone and do my at-home workout AT the gym. They said they had a "small spot" where I could do that. It's in the middle of the gym. Three people were already in the corner doing their thing.
It took me 2 minutes in the gym to realize I didn't belong in there. I got on a treadmill and then got off and told Josh I was going home to do my workout and that I would be back to get him.
A wave of emotions rolled over me and I just couldn't help it. For some-- the gym is a place of relaxation and a time where they can release and let go. For me, it's a place of struggle and hard times, and honestly it's a place that I just don't fit in.
Plus, I never got my results from a gym. I got my results from my at-home workouts with my personal trainer telling me what to do every step of the way.
I hope I find somewhere inside of me the strength to go to the gym every so often with Josh. It's just a struggle of mine that I will have to face in the days and months to come.
I want to ask you---- are you a gym rat OR not? Who loves it, who hates it?!
XO,
