On Tuesday, the little gym that I am working out at celebrated its Grand Opening. Our small town needs this fitness centre and I see a new year filled with women (and men) of all ages getting their groove back by moving their bodies. Yours truly won the door prize which was a one month membership!
After two weeks of easing into the whole exercise thing again, I am now beginning to increase the times I go to the gym from three to four workouts per week. Come January 1st, I may have to let my one and only vice go...my morning coffee with cream and sugar. When I was pregnant with our daughter, I would imagine her thighs were made form Haagen Dazs ice-cream and her cheeks from avocados. I am thinking my lovely, soft Buddha belly is created solely from the cream I put in my coffee. I have never been one to bash my imperfections as I am always reminded that my 5"1 frame managed to conceive and grow an entire person within it. Then it went on to give birth to that person and keep her alive for a year on milk produced by my body. However, one morning, not too long ago, I made a comment about my saggy breasts while hanging out bra-less with my husband. He quickly replied with, "Those saggy breasts kept Meredith alive for a year." Interesting how our terms of endearment change over the years.
As I begin week 3 on this 4-month journey, I am proud of my efforts so far and I look forward to the transformations that should hopefully start to take place soon.