This Week At The Gym

Man, I was just not feelin' it at the gym this past week. I mean, I went and I worked out five days last week, but I felt like I was just going through the motions and, to make matters worse, I did myself a minor injury. (I strained my right quad doing lunges.)

Was I thankful for anything at the gym last night? Well, of course. There was some guy running on one of the treadmills and he seemed to be wearing the top half of a tankini and that was funny. Don't get me wrong, he was a hottie for sure, but let's face it, he was a hottie in women's swimwear. (I tried to tell Dave about it later and he was, like, what's a tankini? Because guys, they have the trunks or they have the speedo, but they don't have the insane array of body-dismorphia inducing swimwear that we women do.)

Oh, and Gym Boyfriend was there last night and he was wearing this white tank top that really showed off all the work he does on his shoulders, and I was thankful for that. Yes. I. Was.

Was I grateful for anything else at the gym last night? Well, hmmm. No, not really.

Sometimes when I get into one of those moods, those ungrateful moods, I have to remind myself about the necessity of being grateful for the whole, you know, able bodied thing. I usually save that one for when I'm looking in the mirror and being critical about the way some body part looks and The Brain is all, huh, imagine if that body part failed to function. And then I do and it scares me and I'm, all, I love you, chunky thighs. Or, you're the best, farmer's wife forearms.

That has been this week at the gym.