I’m very excited to announce that – I went to the gym on Sunday!
The original plan was to go to the 11:15 am yoga class on Saturday, but Andrew was in a bad mood after waking up to some work drama and I didn’t want to go alone. So, instead, I went a little OCD and spent about 3 hours cleaning our bedroom and the guest room. One of those pull everything out of the dresser and closet and put them all back, re-folded and neatly organized (possibly by colour), followed by a good vacuuming, dusting and general tidy up. I figure, in the end, that must have been close to a one-hour yoga session. Plus, it’s just so much nicer to walk into a neat, clean room.
Andrew promised me he’d go with me on Sunday and, sure enough, we woke up and he looked over and said “Let’s go to the gym!”. (Ok, maybe it was more like “Let’s go to the gym and get it over with!” but you get the idea…)
We got there around 10:30 and there were a whopping 4 other people working out. I did a 10 minute warmup on the elliptical as Andrew headed straight for the weights. Then we did some weights together – working on machines next to each other or taking turns on the same machine. We then hopped on the treadmills for a 10 minute jog and capped it all off with some basic stretching. It ended up being about an hour’s workout and we both felt great afterwards. Andrew even mentioned that he really liked the gym and how laidback it was. Score! We made a pact that, regardless of what else happens during the week, we will work out at least every Sunday morning.
The one thing that brought me down a little, though? The damn scale at the gym. Now, granted, when I weighed myself at home it was in the nude and first thing in the morning. I weighed myself mid-workout (after Andrew saw the scale and wanted to know how much he weighed) and it said 59.5 kg/131 lbs!! What the what!?! That’s .5 kg heavier than my starting weight and 1.5 kg/3.5 lbs heavier than my weigh-in one month in. AAAARGHHHHHHH!!!
I’m trying not to let it get to me. I’m trying to convince myself that, really, my shoes and workout clothes weigh at least 3 lbs and I had easily downed at least another pound of water during my workout. Or, uh, something.
That might be my new weight measuring system, though. I don’t have a scale at home, so I might start using the gym scale – extra weight and all. Though maybe I’ll take my shoes off next time…
Here’s to many more great workouts and making the gym part of my regular routine!
What did you get up to this weekend?