I still have muscles!

How do I know that I still have muscles?

Well, I decided to rejoin the gym again yesterday.

I have been feeling quite depressed about my body

and lack of movement. Especially when I stand on the scale

as I eat another Diana's chocolate covered banana.

I do not know what is in those bananas but they have

been addicting to me.

So on Sunday I decided enough is enough

texted baby girl to get her in to my moment of

wanting to exercise again.

All I had to say is "I am paying" and she was in.

Larousse gym is the one I chose again,

mostly because they used to have a pool and I need a pool.

I find out yesterday though that they have let the pool

go since no one ever used it and it became too expensive.

Okay so I still joined.

While there I was so proud of myself, especially when I

stepped on their scale and realized I have more work

to do than I believed.

There was a time before this pain issue became so bad

that I went to this gym 6 days a week

and I want to get back to that state of mind again.

It really is a state of mind to exercise, isn't it?

So I am up this am bright and early mostly because

my muscles are reminding me that they are here...

I am going to do this.

If for no other reason but to walk and ride their bikes

I will get my money's worth.

In some ways I am like HOBL when it comes to my money.

If I spend my money on it, I will use it.

I am almost 47 years old, only 47,

I have many years left to live and if I don't do something

to get my body and mind back on tract I will not be

a happy or healthy elderly person.

This is not a choice, it is something that my family deserves.

They should not have to look after me because I didn't do

all I could to be the best me I can be.

I know it won't be easy, no one likes to eat unhealthy as

much as I do. I want to be healthy, I really do.

So no more unhealthy snack items in this home.

I will do this, I will do this, I will...