Dear goddess did I work my ass off at Curves tonight. I want to say “the gym,” but honestly… no matter how hard I’m working out and how much I ache right now, it doesn’t escape me that my work out partner this evening was a 70 year-old granny in Birkies lamenting over “kids today that shuffle their feet and get their toes caught in escalators.”
???
And she’s one of the young ones.
Yep, Curves? It’s a little less a gym and more – oh, I don’t know… geriatric social club with some walking in place thrown in.
Seriously, I’ve been to a few different Curves in my time and never have I seen one as lethargic as this. They post monthly weight and inches lost on one wall and I have yet to see but two folks in the double digits for pounds lost… in a year. I decided tonight that I am going to blow these ladies out of the water – lose double digits in my first month! Triple by one year!
I will be the Queen of the Lethargic Geriatric Social club, just you wait!
It’s good to have goals.
