Last week I went to the gym at a busy time, which I usually don't do. There was a woman on the elliptical beside me, just contently reading a magazine and another woman comes up to talk to her. They talked for around 20 minutes and I know that for a fact because when I'm… Continue reading “Now get to work, bitch!”
This is my first time back to the upstairs portion of my gym since I've been back from vacation. I was in California for a week and then I took an extra week off from the gym because I was getting really sick of it so I thought I would extend my break and come… Continue reading Slow and unsteady prolongs the race. (Another how-not-to-gym post)
I can't stop eating. Now that I'm working out regularly my arms and legs are pretty tone. My stomach is too. I assume. You can't tell about the stomach though cause I have a protective layer of chub covering it. Yes, I'm at the gym right now but before I got here I ate a… Continue reading What I’m doing at the gym isn’t working out.