Late last year I decided that I would probably make more of an effort to exercise regularly if the gym could come to me rather than the other way around. I’m just not very good with gyms. When I exert myself, I turn into a walking beetroot and while I don’t mind getting all hot, sweaty and red-faced, I don’t like the weird looks it attracts from other women exercising. I also dislike that when you go to a gym, there are two types of people there - the hard core gym junkies who think exercise is fun and can’t get enough of it and then there are the women who go not to exercise but to socialise. I’m sure you know who I’m talking about - their hair is always immaculate, they never break a sweat and typically they walk out of the gym wearing Gucci sunglasses and then go have a coffee and cake because they have “worked so hard daaaahhhling”.

More power to them really but what I want to see at a gym is a bunch of lard arses just like me. Yet they are always mysteriously absent - I’m thinking they get scared off by the gym junkies and the socialites. It would be great if someone had the foresight to open a gym exclusively for fatties like me….the kind of people who will appreciate that cellulite is not evil and that any weight loss goal worth achieving requires a certain element of sweatiness and being red-faced. Part of the entry requirements could be that you must have a BMI of 28 or over or you can’t come in. You know, I wouldn’t even care about exercising in front of men, so long as they aren’t perfect Adonis like creatures who snicker when I drop barbels on my toes or jam my finger in the weight stack. See, there’s a perfect business plan out there for someone with sufficiently more motivation than I do.

Anyway, I bought a treadmill last year as well as a set of light arm weights and decided I would be diligent and exercise in my own home, away from the socialites and the gym junkies. For a while I was doing really well and then I got a nasty virus which made me feel like the treadmill was my worst enemy. In any case, I have decided to befriend my treadmill again because Leigh is calling all fatties for the Inaugural AFW Biggest Loser Challenge. Wish me luck gang, I’m definitely going to need it.

February 1st, 2008 | Category: Home and Lifestyle |  Print This Post |  Email This Post | Subscribe to comments | Leave a comment | Trackback URL