I'm 55, out of shape and over-weight, the fashion industry would say I'm "obese" but I don't fit the definition in my book. "O-bese - grossly fat or overweight" I'm a loose 12 and tight 10, how do they get off calling me names?  But that is a topic for another day.  This is to explain why I asked hubby for a gym membership for Christmas.  I know, I know...New Year's resolutions that people never stick to...but I'm not a stranger to the gym or exercise, I'm just about 2 years separated from it.  

We have 3, beautiful, energetic little girls in our family now, 2 of which are our granddaughters.  I don't want to be the Grandmother that when they look back at memories of me, they see me sitting in a chair doing nothing.  I want to be the cool Mamaw that runs and plays with them, takes them places, gets silly with them, plays in the blanket fort with them...you know what I mean.  Well, I didn't have the stamina to do that.  I knew the only way to get it was to get back in shape, hence the gym membership.

I don't like the kind of gym that you walk into and feel like it's a "meat-market" with guys scoping out girls and visa versa...I wanna go, do my thing and get out.  So the first thing they do is a one on one to get your measurements and what you want your goals to be and so on.  I go into this little room with a young man who can't be more than 18 and he is nervous.  He tells me that this is the first evaluation he has done on his own...but then stumbles around explaining that he DID go through training and has done them before, only with a trainer in the room to assist.  I sit there very calmly and observe with new eyes.  Oh how I wish I had the nerve to really mess with this kid. LOL!  So he's measuring my arms and belly, he gets super nervous around my boobs and then he squats down to put the measuring tape around my hips!  LMAO!  There he is, a young guy, face to face with paradise of an older woman!  I wanted to twitch my hips or something!  His face was already red and he was moving quick so I knew he was embarrassed enough, but the little devil on my shoulder REALLY wanted me to misbehave and embarrass the crap out of him!  What fun that would've been...but I'm too nice and I let him go.  However, I think the little punk has taken me on as his pet experiment because he is almost always the guy that sets my weights on the machines and I swear he raises them every single time I go!  And one day, another guy took over so he could help someone new to the gym but when I was half-way down the line he looks at my new friend who I'm just chattering away with and says, "Are you pushing her?"  BRAT!  My new friend assures him that I am pushing myself, thank you!

I have been at it for 2 months now, I feel a difference in the way my clothes fit and see a difference in my tummy, legs and arms but I wish it would speed up the OBVIOUSNESS to someone that looks at me!  I need confirmation from an outside source to keep me motivated!  Unfortunately, people around me see me all the time and it's slow to notice like that.  Wish I was Jeanne and could blink my eyes and nod my head and be the firmer, slimmer me that I want people to notice!

The musing of a modern day Mamaw.