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Struggling (and more often fighting) writer by trade, and office monkey when I need to pay my bills. It's an enviable life.
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November 15, 2005

Happy anniversary to meeeee...

It's been exactly one year since I first went to theYMCA (Metro-central, thank you).

In that time, I've:

- lost 30 lbs
- lost four belt loops on my favourite belt
- lost a size and a half (might have been more had I bothered to eat a bit better, but small steps)
- increased confidence by 27%
- Smelled some of the stinkiest human beings ever
- learned how much I hate "gym cheaters"
- Gotten my cardio up to 45 minutes (originally started at 20)
- discovered exactly how much damage the wrong trainers can do to your feet (my toenails have finally grown back -- but flip-flop season was a bit iffy there. I curse you, Saucony)


And feeling a helluva lot better about myself? Priceless.


3 Comments:

Blogger MartyBanana said...

You go girl!!

By the way, what are "gym cheaters"?

I love that Canadians say "flip-flops". Here in Australia they're called "thongs". Yes, I am talking about footwear.

2:11 a.m.  
Blogger /hg said...

You see, thongs here *immediately" imply bum-string underwear.

Gym Cheaters are what I call people who use the equipment improperly -- leaning all their weight on the rails of elliptical trainers, stacking up weights so heavy that they can only lift them three times before walking away, sprinting on a treadmill for five minutes.

Essentially, people who are more interested in impressing people than actually exercising properly.

Gym poseurs, if you will.

Irritating.

10:58 a.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Congratulations. That's awesome.

I hate gym cheaters, too. They drive me batty.

8:23 p.m.  

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