Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Quitting the gym

I have been trying for months to get myself to end my gym membership. I can't. I haven't made the call. I am sure that the phone call wouldn't take long. But it is scary. I never use my gym membership, but it is like my over-draft protection. I need it to be there just in case I suddenly and inexplicably gain 5 or 10 lbs overnight, which I swear has happened before, so I can go sweat it off for the next three weeks and then stop going again.

I know how to work out at home. I even like doing that. It is hard to not have a cardio machine, but I can still get my heart rate quite high on my own. And I plan on biking to work as soon as it gets warm enough (which isn't that impressive because I work really close to home, but it is something).

After years and years of having a gym pass, it is hard to go cold turkey. But I guess that my sporadic visits are similar to weaning myself off.

I'm making the call tomorrow, I promise. Or maybe the next day.