Fix Up.

I actually set foot in a gym this week. That might not seem like a big deal to anyone, but I'd never been before! Our new apartment comes with free gym membership (which NO ONE uses) so I've decided to get in shape. I noticed over Christmas break (in Miami Beach, no less...home of the ridiculously skinny people!) that I had put on a few extra pounds. Not such a huge amount that it made me too self-conscious, but enough that I wanted to do something about it (last time I checked it was 9 lbs., which I know isn't a lot but I'm only 5'2" so it's kind of noticeable). January, February and March came and went and I hadn't so much as lifted a finger. In my defense, I also moved and went on two trips during that time so my schedule was pretty packed...plus it was our busy time at work so I was usually there or at home zoning on the couch in order to recover for the next work day...excuses, excuses. The other day I got motivated, though, and finally went to check it out. So far I've been doing 3+ miles on the elliptical, which may not seem like so much to all of you "I go to the gym 3-5 times a week all year 'round"-people, but it's been kicking my ass. My calves and whatever muscles are by my hips are KILLING me, but mentally I feel pretty accomplished. I've never WORKED at being thin before. I'd always been one of those assholes who'd been blessed with a fast metabolism, who could eat an entire pizza, plus cheesy bread, PLUS ice cream, and not gain a single pound. Apparently until now. I've been eating healthier, too. Lots of veggies, fish, brown rice, no pastas or potatoes...I've been doing well and I'm proud.