Motivated by a desire to get in shape, I purchased memberships at the Jewish Community Center for Xy and myself. I’m more motivated than Xy, a bizarre twist considering that when we first got together, she was much more athletic than me. We’ve both changed.
When we lived uptown, right next to the Tulane campus, I had a membership at the Reily Center, which was ultra-convenient. Now that we live in Mid-City… hmmm, come to think of it, the Reily Center is closer than the JCC. Maybe I should have rejoined over there instead. Oh well, I think the JCC is ultimately more affordable and pretty nice too. I hear Delgado has a facility, which would have been much closer to home, but I don’t think they have a pool. Xy has some kind of fixation with swimming pools. Eventually there should be a fitness center at the new community center planned for Comiskey Park, which is about halfway between home and work. But in the meantime, it looks like I will be going uptown to work out.
So this morning was the first time I’ve hit a weight room almost five years. I tried to take it easy. It felt great.
I’m still trying to figure out the best way to fit a workout session into my schedule, especially considering Xy usually has the car. I took the car today, but I’m wondering if using the old bicycle isn’t feasible after all. The real puzzler is fitting breakfast into this routine.
In the locker room I took a moment to weigh myself. I’m at 196 lbs, which shouldn’t have surprised me, but it did. That’s close to my all time high of 200 lbs, what I weighed after my first year in New Orleans, during which I gained 20 lbs. I lost much of that weight but not all. Of course, I don’t really care about my weight so much as my overall body fat percentage or, to be frank, waist circumference. (Most people would probably describe me as skinny, but my pants size has been steadily increasing over the years. It’s a far cry from the days that I was so skeletally thin I worried people.) Also I think getting back into an exercise routine will be good for my mental health, help me sleep better at night, and have more energy during the day.
Postscript: I can’t believe I didn’t realize the shower I had at the JCC this morning is the first shower I’ve had in almost seventeen months. Since we moved back home in November 2005, it’s been strictly baths. Our home shower was destroyed by the Federal Flood. I like baths, but that shower this morning was strangely enjoyable, and now I know why.