I was reminded by my dear friend the bathroom scale that it’s time to get serious about getting healthy.
I just turned 41 last week, and the past month was spent eating a lot of fast food, which feels like a necessity during a sweeps month. This morning, after having put it off for several mornings, I stepped onto my scale.
While I won’t reveal the actual number to which the annoying little red needle was pointing, suffice it to say that I have set a new record for the most I’ve ever weighed in my life.
I only broke the previous record by a few pounds, mind you, but I still broke it. And that’s the point.
Over the weekend, in anticipation of the scale delivering such a delightful message, I joined a local Planet Fitness gym. What I like about their setup is that there’s no contract and theirs is the lowest rate in town. It’s rare that you find one gym that offers both of those.
I can quit any time without paying a cancellation fee, I can work out at any Planet Fitness anywhere in the country, and, this past weekend, they were even waiving the application fee. They seem to have all of the basic equipment I would ever need. And it’s all for $19.95 a month, at least $10 a month cheaper than the competition.
The one drawback is that it’s in a mall, and there’s a giant glass wall through which shoppers can peer in and watch the people at work. So I’ll be at the back of the gym, as far from that glass wall as I can get. Until I shed some of these ridiculous pounds, at which point I might be willing to exercise without worrying about passersby laughing at the fat guy.
I do intend to make the most of this membership. So wish me luck!