Gym Intimidation

Yeah, I’ve got it.

Big time. I always feel like I have no friggin’ clue what I’m doing at the gym. I feel like everyone is staring at me. Haha – look at the chubby girl who thinks she knows what she’s doing!

How I feel at the gym

How I feel at the gym

But you know what, this chubby girl is rocking it! My gym has set me up a routine. I started with 15-20 minutes on a cardio machine as my warm-up. Then I move to my cardio/upper body/core workout. This consists of medicine ball work with squats, the BOSU ball, and the chest press machine thingy (technical term).

My gym also has this nice little area that you can do your own workout. It’s where they keep the medicine balls, BOSU, and the chest press thingy.

Yesterday while I was at the gym I was doing this awful, evil, cardio contraption. It was like a stair stepper & an elliptical had a love child. It was the spawn of Satan. I got to 5 minutes 1 minute and wanted to die. Then I made it to 5, still wanted to die. I decided I’d do 10 minutes & then switch to something else. Something easier. I hit 10 minutes and decided that nope, it was only 5 more minutes. I didn’t want to look like a wimp so I just toughed it out. I did my 15 minutes on the machine from hell.

Then it was time for my other stuff. The stuff I feel like a doofus trying. I went over the corner, picked up the medicine ball thingy (technical terms, you know) and went to town. I did my sets. A hot guy came over to do crunches & use the chest press thingy. He stayed. He did many sets. I continued my throw ball down, squat, pick up, repeat. He continued. I switched workouts. Raise above head, squat, repeat. Another hot guy came over. Buff. They took turns on the chest press thingy. I feel like a sweaty pig. Huge. Awkward even. Like I had no idea what I was doing.

But you know what?? Neither of these guys paid any attention to me. They walked right by me. They did their workout and moved on. I did mine. I moved on. They didn’t care that I was there.


Those guys didn’t care that I was struggling. They paid me no mind at all. The girls on the other side of the gym, where I was doing my leg workouts & the God awful inverted sit-up torture device. No one cared. No one paid me any mind. I lie, one girl did pay me mind. She apologized for walking out in front of me. Other than that, I was just another body in that gym. Bettering myself.

And you know what. I’m going back today to do it again.



Could the Gym be the Fix for my MLC??

Is that possible?

Could gym time help me get out of this funk I’m slipping into?

I’ve gone to the gym the past 2 days on my lunch break. It has been beyond the point of wonderful. It’s that mid-day stress relief I need, my time away from that place called work. And people. It is 30 minutes of pure me time. I don’t have to talk to other people. I don’t have to look pretty. I can just be there. And sweat. And be happy. At the gym I’m not worried about who is dating who. Which of my friends is getting married. Or moving in together. Who in my life is having a baby, or just recently had one. At the gym I’m happy. I’m content. I don’t have to think about what is making any other person around me happy. I don’t have to put on a “happy face”. I can just be.

He understands completely.

He understands completely.


I think, right now at least, the gym is the best thing for me. It’s the only place I haven’t felt completely overwhelmed with life. I don’t focus about work. I don’t focus about my relationship, and where we are. I don’t have Facebook around me to see what other people are doing. I can just relax. I can get out all of my frustrations. I can be angry; angry makes for a better workout! I can push myself. I can just focus on me. And what I want. And what makes me happy.

I think I’m going to start packing wraps and sandwiches for lunch so I can go to the gym most days. I really do think I need the gym on my lunch break.

Who needs engagement and babies??

Who needs engagement and babies??