Gym

Day 1 and Day 2 at the gym were great.  For now, I take in my book nook and read while on the treadmill or the elliptic machine.  Fairy Grandmother gave me a ride to the gym on the first two days.  I drove myself this morning (Day 3)... um... and I wasn't quite sure that I would make it.  I mean, I have to be REALLY motivated to get up in the morning and... ahem... go the the g-y-m... of all places.  But, I just had my mom's voice in my head if I didn't go... "WHAT?  You didn't go?  Why?  What happened?  Do you WANT to go?  I'll drive you next time."  So, I pulled on my big girl pants {{big = mature, NOT large}} and drove myself to the gym.

Wanna know the demographics of the gym at 7:45 a.m.?  Here it is:

Old men: 10
Middle aged women: 2
Moms: 1 (that was me)
Staff: 3

Another point of observation:  old men are diligent about cleaning off their machines after they use them.

Let's back up for a moment... This past weekend I went to get some new nursing bras.  Seems the ones that I was wearing {{from my previous pregnancies - and Lulu is 12 ya'll}} have lost their... um... strength... or so I thought.  I was wearing 36 D.  The lady measured me at 38 E... {{yes, "E" folks - NOT a typo}}.

Back to the gym... anyone here wanna know what it's like to run on a treadmill with size 38E breasts that are ALSO full of milk?  um... interesting... definitely interesting.  Thus, I do more walking fast walking very fast walking than running.

I'm getting better though.  My first day at the gym I was on the elliptical machine and was selecting the "down arrow" on the "levels" menu... only to find out that I was already on level ONE.  oh... gotcha.  Today, I bumped it up to a level TWO.  Ah-ha!  Tomorrow... I might work in some sit-ups too... but I can't promise you anything.