I started back at the gym this week. Being a plus-size femme fatale has never been a problem...I like me. I've always been active, walking every where, taking the stairs vs. escalator/elevator but the past two years I've been literally sitting on my bum and believe me, I felt the lack of activity this week.
Monday, I jumped on the elliptical first...stepping hard for a good few minutes before my knee said, "Danielle, what da hell are you doing?" and I had to get off. LOL I admit I stayed on there as long as I did because there were two ladies behind me on the treadmill and I didn't want to look like a punk. But I reminded myself that I'm there for me and not for other people. It doesn't make sense to hurt myself because I have too much pride (ego). So I got off that elliptical, got some water and continued my workout on the treadmill. Hey, I paid $105 to join this gym. I'm not going to quit cause I got alittle ahead of myself on the elliptical. LOL. And I stayed on the treadmill for the next few days, walking alittle longer, further, and faster each day. So I'm proud of this first step to living my life a little more golden.