I joined a gym last week. Over the past week I’ve had things come up that have made it difficult to get in and start working out again. I’ve put on the pounds since moving up here. I’m back at the weight I was when Jess and I got married… unfortunately, that’s substantially higher than I’d like it to be. By about 35 pounds. So I joined a gym that Jess has been going to.
Anyway, we got up, had some breakfast and then headed for the gym. We got our workout on and about 25 minutes into it I was DYING. Holy crap am I out of shape. I’ve got a couple months to get myself into at least slightly decent shape for ski season. Not to mention drop some pounds so that I don’t look so round. Thankfully Jess doesn’t think I’m too fat… though she grudgingly admits I’ve put the weight back on.
I can’t believe I’m this out of shape. I’m gonna be hitting the gym fairly often from here on out.






