i joined the gym

Yes. I joined the gym this week just like every 4th person in the population of the United States. While every person who has signed their name into the book of gym has their own reasoning for agreeing to have payments auto deducted from their account knowing good and well by April the gym will be getting free money, I was really and truly trying my best to stay away.

I hate gyms. H A T E.

I have a secret. I don’t like people looking at me. Okay, I don’t like men looking at me, specifically thirsty gym rat men. They are awful.

I once had a membership to LA Fitness and  would literally look at my feet as I shuffled up the steps to the dreadmill in desperate hopes of not making eye contact with thot gym rat man. However, it never failed, just might look up to wipe the sweat out of my eye and ugh.

So. I signed on for a smaller gym that is open 24/7 for $15 month. I can go right when I put the kids on the bus and be out by 8a. I have no gym goals but to get fine, and by fine I mean lose my muffin top and shape up this booty that I’ve accumulated over the last year. Angela Bassett arms wouldn’t be a bad idea either.

I won’t bother you with sweat checks, weigh ins and photos of me in a crop top and bikers unless you want me to. Who doesn’t love a good before and after.

So, friends send virtual encouragement as I get back on this healthy living bandwagon that has been dragging me by the leg for quite sometime. Despite my apprehension, I’m kinda glad to be back on with an actual seat. Who’s riding with me at least until April?!

If you’ve been looking for an opportunity to judge me, here you go. Is my playlist trap enough?

Any workout goals for the year? What’s on your gym playlist?