Sixty-something woman shares ruminations as she plys the latter third of her life with the caveat that age entitles her to be absolutely outrageous whenever possible.
"We Three"
Friday, October 16, 2009
The return of the weinie workout...
Cowwoman bit the bullet and joined a gym. It became clear I was not up to swimming out of doors in the fall. Winter wasn't looking too good, either. And all the good work I have done, restricting my diet and getting nice and toned up, was about to go south what with creamy soups and steaming chili on the horizon. So I found a place that has a lap pool! And for $5 less a month than I was spending on lap swimming, I can not only swim indoors, but have a hot tub or steambath or sauna afterward! And do some resistance training, take a yoga class or learn pilates! And the folks that hang around this gym look a lot like me, kind of old, kind of out of shape, just huffing and puffing away, trying to defy gravity. Don't get me wrong, I am not trying to look like Christie Turlington (she is 40, by the way, and amazing looking). I just want to be firm and not gain back all that weight I so righteously lost. I want to eat anything I want (well, within reason). Ice cream! I haven't had any ice cream in AGES! I figure a week of swimming, lifting weights and a yoga class, I will have earned some Vanilla Swiss Almond.
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