My name is Geraldine and I am a 50 something recovering Gymophobe.
I am in a constant battle between me, In the red corner weighing in at xxxxxxlbs, a fifty something female who loves a g and t versus in the blue corner, the dreaded Gym.
When I first mentioned the joining a Gym idea to friends and family, the response ranged from “what again?” to “have they opened a bar in it?” to “just don’t wear lycra sweetie”. All supportive in their own way, not, but full of doubt that I would actually see it through. This time it is not through vanity, there is a reason behind it. When you sit opposite the Doctor and she says, “you are in good health Geraldine, but …” you know it is time to do something to get rid of that but and the other butt!
But why a gym I hear you cry? What about healthy eating? I don’t do dieting and when you love the odd fish supper too much, it has to be the gym. The only problem I have is that I am a recovering gymophobe and the very thought of exercise still makes me want to eat six cupcakes in one go, so you can imagine keeping the momentum going is not easy. I am no Cindy Crawford, well not physically, and probably never will be but to be able to enjoy the finer things in life, I face the constant battle to keep in shape.
So why write about it ? There are many other gymophobics out there so I hope they, and you, will enjoy my struggles. I am not trying to be inspirational. Good grief no! I just thought I would share the ups, downs, the pulled muscles, the badly fitting Lycra, the cake and gin and have a laugh along the way.
Oh and you will have noticed I very often stray from the Fitness/Gym topic to share my views on life, well you don’t get to 50 without having some opinions!!!!!!!
All views, unless otherwise stated, are my own.
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