(Please sing the above title a la Chris Farley in Tommy Boy for the full effect.)
I have a confession ya'll.
I've been to the gym two times in February. (Not two times per week. Two times TOTAL.)
Broken down, that means it's cost me $12.50 every time I've stepped foot in there. It was worth it for my Zumba class, but that Tuesday were I spent 18 minutes pedaling on the stationary bike while reading an August 2008 issue of Traditional Home? Not so much.
Sigh. Not to mention that I've been totally tempted to eat my feelings, running to the vending machine whenever I'm groggy at the end of a long day. (Lance Peanut Butter Crackers anyone? Didn't think so. I'm afraid to ask what makes them so bright orange, since I'm pretty sure it's not beta-carotene.)
I will NOT be one of those teachers who gains 20 lbs her first year because she prioritizes filing papers over working out. Some changes need to be made around here. Starting today, I'm making some commitments to myself:
1. Schedule 4 workouts a week (so as to have a better chance of actually completing them)
(Ok so it was really just that one commitment.) I plan on taking a Zumba or Pilates class for two of those workouts (mostly because those are the only 2 classes offered at my lovely podunk YMCA) and doing the other two on the stationary bike/elliptical.
Question: how can I avoid boredom when working out on a machine? I literally want to chew my own arm off after about 2:39 of running on the elliptical.
Fingers crossed that I'll keep my commitments to myself. Until then, I'll be hearing Chris Farley singing in my ears...