A Break From the Gym

Ok, I confess, vacation did me in.  I am now out of the habit of going to the gym.  But, I’m getting back on track next week.  No. Really, I am!  I have to.  And I have to because I see the signs:

  • The button on my suit jacket was screaming at me today.  The poor little thing was completely struggling, especially when I was sitting down.
  • I have to actually unbutton my pants to take them off and put them on.  They were big enough I didn’t have to do that before.
  • I look more pregnant than my pregnant friend.  How embarrassing is that?
  • Going for a walk on break feels like I’ve run the half marathon (and in my mind I have).
  • My skinny jeans (I use this term VERY loosely) don’t get past my cheeks anymore.  And by skinny I mean the skinniest ones in my closet, they’re still made by the tent and awning company but they’re the smallest I have.
  • My socks leave an indention in my ankles, more water, more water, more water, more exercise, more exercise, more exercise.
  • On Sunday my Vikings t-shirt looked like I had borrowed it from the 12-year old neighbor girl.

It’s time to suck it up, get back to the gym, shower with the old gals, be squeamish about the lack of grooming and sweat like a fat kid at a candy store with a quarter!