Well, I did the thing I never thought I’d do.
I joined a real gym.
My plan had been to use the treadmill at my apartment’s fitness center to meet my daily steps goal – but no matter what fucking time of day I went, someone was already using it!
I temporarily “fixed” the problem by 1) doing laps in my apartment (I have an open kitchen so I could walk through it to the dining room and around through the living room and back into the kitchen) and 2) walking around the parking lot.
There are flaws in both of these solutions though. Pain and fear, to name a few. (I don’t live in a dangerous neighborhood, but I don’t like walking in the dark alone, and I definitely wouldn’t put earbuds in so that I couldn’t hear in the dark).
So I forked out the money (after finding a relatively “cheap” gym in the area – but holy cow! One that I looked into had a $200 enrollment fee and then a $77 monthly fee. WHAT THE WHAT?) and I am joining the masses each day.
So far? I’ve liked it. It’s only been two days, but I have enjoyed my time there. It passes quickly between audiobooks or using the Zombies, Run! app (which does actually work while on the treadmill). And I feel accomplished and good about myself at the end of each day.
I also feel exhausted. This new activity level is kicking my ass. How long does it take to adjust? Because man – I’m sleeping around 9 hours a night and it’s still not enough.
The fancy new gym membership means I could finally join Pact. My stakes are high – I could potentially lose $40 per week if I don’t go to the gym ($10 each per 4 pledged sessions). I also decided to make a food logging pact as well. I have to log meals 5 days per week or I could lose up to $50 per week. That means logging 3 meals per day at a minimum of 1200 calories.
I can’t afford the penalties if I miss, so I will definitely be making these goals. And I will get small rewards for making them, but that’s not why I’m doing it. They will be deposited into my PayPal account where I’ll likely never see them again.
And lastly… today is day 11 of this new journey of mine. And today was the first day that my scale wasn’t down. It wasn’t up, but it wasn’t down either. I knew that day would come, but I wasn’t quite ready for it yet. I was enjoying my ride to success.