I have recently decided that it is time to get serious about my health. For one, I went to the doctor and I am borderline diabetic. Diabetes runs in my family and I had gestational with all 3 of my pregnancies so I am high risk for developing it. I want to try everything in my power not to.
So lately after dropping the kids off at school, instead of coming back home and plopping in front of the computer to blog, I have been
dragging my ass to hitting the gym. Now I know I have started this regimen time and time before and then somewhere I get lazy side tracked and I quit going. Not this time. It’s time for me to wake up and realize that if I want to be here for the milestones of my children’s lives then I need to stick to a health plan.
Now the gym is such a fun place to people watch. There are so many various types of individuals.
The slacker. The one who walks on the treadmill at a very slow speed with no incline. They stare at the television and pretty much are only there to say that they went to the gym. They usually have on several layers of clothing so that they sweat and actually look like they had a good workout.
The beefcake. He’s the one that struts around with barely anything on, flexing his muscles in the mirror, and constantly staring at himself. Yo dude! stare at yourself when you get home…you look like a damn freak! And those veins! And no I don’t need to pay you to train me to look like you…thank you.
The gossip girls. They are just there literally to stand around and chit chat. Sure they might walk on the treadmill or hop on a bike but they are always talking about “who did this” and “who said that”. They also usually always have their make-up on perfectly, their hair looking like they just stepped out of the salon, some huge earrings on, some $300 workout outfit, and they never break a sweat.
The pick up artists. They have somehow gotten the gym confused with the night club. Yes I realize that maybe someone would like to meet someone that’s healthy and cares about how they look, but don’t make it obvious by trying to talk to every person of the opposite sex in hopes that you will snag a date.
The creeper. Usually in male form. Staring at anything with boobs and a vagina. They stand staring in the windows of the aerobic classes as if they are invisible…but trust me dude, we SEE👀 you. They also always seem to be using every piece of equipment you are using or there every time you turn around. Try very hard not to make eye contact with them unless it’s to strike a “WTF?” look.
The overachiever. These are the ones who must use every piece of equipment there is. Usually sweating all over it and failing to wipe it down after they are done. They grunt and drop the weights on the floor in order to draw attention to the fact that they are so fabulous at building that physique. They are usually loud and will talk to anyone within ear distance about how they work out, what they eat, how many calories they burned, etc.
The moms. They have dropped the kids at school or daycare and show up with sheet rash lines still indented upon their faces. Usually dressed in whatever yoga pants or sweats that they went to bed in. They have already had 3 cups of coffee and suddenly realize that they have 2 different shoes on but they don’t care because they are just happy to have time to themselves.
The trophy wives. Their kids are grown so they have hours to spend at the gym trying to reverse the hands of time so that their husband doesn’t leave them for the office secretary. Their bodies don’t have an ounce of flab and their workout clothes fit perfectly. They look like they just stepped off the set of a Jillian Michaels “30 Day Shred” video.
The wanderers. They are the ones who wander aimlessly looking at each piece of equipment, intimidated that they aren’t quite sure how to use it. Afraid that they may fail miserably if they attempt to try to get on it. They then try to look up said equipment on their cell phone and with no prevail start texting their buddies while sitting on the piece of equipment. The same piece of equipment that you are waiting to use but they don’t notice because now they are engrossed in a phone conversation with whoever is on the other end of the line.
What I would rather be doing at the gym…