A trip on the treadmill.

I went to the gym today because I thought my favorite class was back in session. As it turns out, it won't start until Monday. Though bummed that I was going to miss out on an intense 45 minute workout, I knew I couldn't go pick my child back up out of the child care after two minutes.

I decided to ease back in to the workout routine by just briskly walking for 50 minutes. I know I need to lift weights but figured what was the point of making myself ache all weekend. So off I went to the treadmill section....incline set on 2.0, speed set on 4.0 and I was off to read the words on the television as the local station was cooking chocolate covered bananas. (side note: why are the tv's always set to a food show while I'm working out....seems distracting, no?)

After thirty minutes, a couple of girls approached me and asked if I wanted to finish my walk outside with them to get fresh air. I happily agreed...exercise plus adult conversation equals pure bliss.

Of the three of us, there was one chatty kathy that talked the entire time. I didn't mind really, because I'm not quite coordinated in exercising and talking...it's one or the other most times. "Kathy" went on and on and ON about how she was getting old and how the cellulite was moving from the back of her legs to the front and how all she really wanted in life was to be firm and in shape, and look better than her husbands ex-wife, and was it really too much to ask that her butt not jiggle.

Wowzer, should of stuck with the chocolate covered banana show. I enjoy working out, but I refuse to nit pick myself apart. I felt sorry for "Kathy." She's beautiful but she can't see it at all. Are there days where I wish I didn't jiggle, sure, what girl doesn't...but man, to daily find a flaw in yourself, seems like a sad way to live.

So this blog has been set up as a journal for my sister and I as we find healthy recipes, share funny stories and ultimately build each other up. Hop on the treadmill, it should be a fun trip.