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What Have I Done?

I'll tell you what I've done. I've joined the Y.

It all started with my sister. On New Year's Day, of all days, she emailed my other sisters and me, and she suggested we form a family support group to help each other lose weight. Our plan is to weigh in at the end of every month and report our losses (we'll never have to give our exact weight unless we want to), or we can focus on measurements and report lost inches instead of pounds.

At the end of six months, we'll meet up somewhere for a celebratory weekend away. One sister lives near Chicago, and the other two live near Atlanta, so we'll choose a place in the middle...or Maui.

So, I am back on track with paying attention to what I eat and drink, and I have joined the Y. My first day there is today, and I am actually about to leave the house for an initial workout. I'm nervous in new situations and am not wild about walking into that big room full of machines and weights and treadmills when I don't know what's going on. I have belonged to a gym before, so the stuff isn't new to me, but this particular room is.

I know I'll figure it out, and in a few days I'll feel comfortable there. But this first day is the killer.

Here I go.

Comments

dive said…
Yay! Go, Girl! Work those buns!
Hee hee. Sorry, Robyn.
I wish all of you the very best of luck. May the best sister win the weight-loss competition (don't pretend there won't be competition).
Scout said…
Dive, I honestly think we can do this without competing. We all have different goals and are going about this in different ways. We'll see.
Anonymous said…
You go! You'll probably see my hubby there too :)
PF
Robyn this is a great idea. Especially the disclosing what you want idea. The whole thought of some jolly matronly type shouting out to the room my weight, triumphant or otherwise, has always put me off Weightwatchers. I too am trying hard and in fact, last night drew up plans to write an innovative diet mini book. It's entitled STOP!...Putting Things Into Your Mouth. LOL. I am actually going to write it. I put on weight when I was ill and, not quite 100% yet, it hasn't gone. The health thing has a while to go yet, but I can help by reducing natural excess. I am therefore with you and your sisters in spirit.
The gym bores me rigid. Can't bear it. I'd rather swim but am horribly snobbish in wanting a private membership of somewhere lovely with provided, beautiful towels, uncrowded spaces and a clean cafe with sofas afterwards to relax with a juice. Sigh. I'm trying to work out if I can afford the £40 or so a month this costs to join again. Probably not.

By the way what's the Y? I hardly dare ask and Dive will know why. Pardon the pun.
Shan said…
Young (wo)man, are you listening to me?
I said, young (wo)man, what do you want to be?
I said, young (wo)man, you can make real your dreams.
But you got to know this one thing!

No (wo)man does it all by herself.
I said, young (wo)man, put your pride on the shelf,
And just go there, to the y.w.c.a.
I'm sure they can help you today.

You can do it Robyn!! Though I wouldn't dare assume that song is talking about health and fitness, bits of it can be motivating. haa haa

I am pledging to get a little less mushy around the middle this year as well. It is also just plain good for the old circulation don'tcha know. I think I'll just jump on my mini tramp or do the eliptical and watch a bit of telly for my plan. :) Happy New Year!
Scout said…
PF, I did see him. He rode the bike for awhile while I lifted weights.

Cheri, since we only see each other once a year, it will be fun, I'm sure.

Lynn, the Y is the YMCA. See Shan's lyrics.

Shan, circulation is a problem, so that's one of the things I hope to improve.
Ok yep got it when Shan came in, thanks.
...but why go there actually? I'm confused. In the UK the YMCA is where old men go to play pool, have a pint and talk skittles or toy trains in lofts, isn't it Dive? Isn't it? Or to get a cheap room when you're travelling? Dive? Robyn? With love, Confused of England.
Scout said…
Lynn, there are still Ys like that in cities—one down the street from where I went to college in Chicago was more like a transient hotel with a pool. But now they're like community centers with open gyms, fitness clubs, soccer, gymnastics, and pools. My kids took swimming lessons there when they were little.
MmeBenaut said…
Bravo Robyn! I haven't started my diet yet; still too many chocolates to get through first and a bit of christmas cake too not to mention the shortbread.

I've never been to a gym but I try to make up for it working around the property - plenty of wheeling barrows, collecting firewood, raking and gardening too. Since we don't have winter snow, it is a year-round activity. It's dawn here and I've just been listening to the koalas calling and the birds are waking up. It's going to be another hot, beautiful day here.
BTW I think you should definitely choose Maui to meet up for your celebration. :)
Goodness Robyn thanks I'd no idea! I really had this image of you fighting for space amongst smoke-filled oldies and being elbowed in the ribs by their snooker cues. I don't think all that has revolutionised over here. Agree, Dive?

Mme. Don't go. The gym is awful IMO. That garden activity sounds much more pleasant. I'm with you on the chocs, I have lots left. Hmmm what to do, what to do... I might just parcel them up and send them off to my sons for their uni rooms. That's got to be a welcome bag to relieve the baked beans and pasta, hasn't it? :)
savannah said…
congrats, sugar! i'm off to buy my schwinn crusier after i drop the MITM at the airport! i'm not mentally ready for the gym yet. ;) xoxox

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