Gym groupie

I hate to admit this (and mind you, I used to tease others to death abt it) but I have finally succumbed and signed up for membership with a gym. Yes, I have officially become a gym groupie, much to the horror of some. So artificial, so groupie. *urgh*

It was, in fact, a logical choice - I needed to get more exercise into my system, esp. cardio-vascular exercise. My Boy's been bugging me abt working out for a while since, and to my horror even my typically lazy cousin's gotten started at a gym! And I refuse to swim on weekends at the public pool coz it tends to be filled with hoards of screaming children and their well-meaning parents who are trying their best to persuade them to try out the deeper end of the pool (I've been that kid before, trust me), DOMs (ie dirty old men) who give me leering looks as I try to do laps past these losers, or incompetent swimmers (which generally consists of a mix of aunties, MIFLs, and groups of young women who think that they're getting exercise by just sitting in the pool chatting. Plus the Singaporean work schedule doesn't allow for exercise to happen at the hours/time slots of my choice. Once I get home, I refuse to drag myself out anymore - my day is done and I just want to have my dinner and get some rest.

But anyway, my gripes about the public pool (and everything else) aside, I now can exercise any day and at any time I choose, sometimes even over lunch coz the gym's so near my workplace. I can swim too, in the privacy of a less crowded pool and actually be able to do LAPS. I have to secretly admit, its kinda cool. *wink*

I went for my first ever gym session last week with a personal trainer. She was nice enough - she patiently walked me through a fitness assessment and explained every single detail there was to be explained throughout my orientation workout. And my fitness assessment shows that based on the fat content in my body and the distribiution, I belong to the overweight category - ME OVERWEIGHT??? HOW CAN?? I was absolutely horrified.

She put me on the treadmill and then moved me to the bicycle machine. I thot the bicycle machine looked easy enough - I mean I just need to sit there and push my legs backward and forward. but OMG was I wrong!! I actually had to exert a fair amount of energy to go at itfor 15 mins. while my personal trainer chuckled to herself at my facial expressions of pain. =P

it went easily enough, yet I got the desired (and much needed) exercise. It still feels artifical , but i suppose its kinda a gd start. I feel good getting some exercise, and in achieveable portions too.

so my sensibilities have taken over my emotions, and I hope its worth it. esp when I beat my Boy at losing weight. *kekekeke*