Eye Candy

Well, I did good yesterday. Ate all my meals, drank my water and even made it to the gym. When I first started on Medifast, my 'diet buddy' talked me into joining the gym. There for a while we went every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Then things got busy, she had meetings, I was out of town, the holidays hit. Got to where the gym was hit and miss. And then she got sick and decided that Medifast wasn't for her. Not that the program made her sick. In fact I think that if she would have stayed with it, it would have helped her. Anyway, the point of this is that she is no longer my diet buddy. So that turned into another huge issue. Without someone nagging me to go to the gym, I don't go. I hate to go into a room full of people that I don't know and sweat.

But, in order to keep the weight coming off, I know that I have to overcome that phobia and go to the gym. Alone. So I did yesterday. Wasn't as bad as I was trying to make it. I got out my mp3 player, put my headphones on and hit the treadmill. Did a mile on that at a good pace and then worked on the weights. Patting myself on the back all the way. Good for me.

After giving it much thought though, I've decided what I really need to keep my motivation going at the gym is Eye Candy. You know, a few of those pretty boys that make running on a treadmill look like a graceful dance. Or the ones that do the weights and get just enough perspiration to make a nice glow on their hard bodies. If I just had two or three of them strategically placed around the gym, it would be much easier for me to hold my belly in and act like I really like being there.

Not that there aren't any men at the gym. There are. But Florence was named one of the best places to retire in some book recently and it's obvious that many seniors believed it. And they moved here. Yesterday, as I was working out on the treadmill and feeling pretty proud of myself, I looked over and here was a little old man, had to be almost 90, lapping me. I guess if I can't have the eye candy I want, that right there should be a motivation. The shame of having a 90 year old man on oxygen pass me up, should be all I need to kick it up and get in shape!

I'm working in Mapleton today so I won't be at the gym. But, I'll be there tomorrow and that 90 year old better watch out. I'll be breathing down his neck. Well maybe just gasping for breath....