I woke up yesterday to the ping of my phone as another e-mail hit my inbox. I decided that this happens a bit too frequently and perhaps the fifteen or so e-mails I get every morning are perhaps less than helpful when I'm trying to sleep. Being as distractible as I am, I ended up poring through the endless list of groupons and living social deals available. And then I stumbled across one of those micro-gyms that does cross fit and boot camps.
I don't know about you but I think of these gyms as torture chambers for already skinny people who want to up their already rigorous exercise regimen. But something clicked in my head when I was reading over one of them. I could do this. I could be one of those people.
I think I'm willing to accept that I like food. I am also willing to accept that I don't want to keep records of what's in my food. So if I am going to remain unsatisfied with how my body looks and feels, I'm going to have to make up for my eating somehow. And I'm going to have to do it with exercise. Considering what I like to eat, I'm going to have to do a lot of exercise.
The particular groupon costs $29 for 16 days of classes that are geared for weight loss. I'm picturing the biggest loser. Crying, vomiting, whining and protesting. But I am also picturing later on when the soreness starts to feel good, my body starts to look like I'm doing something with it, and I have the energy I had when I was a teenager. I could do this.
Anyone else in?
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