One of my many sources of income is from a receptionist position at a gym. You'd think that, with unlimited access to fitness equipment, I'd work out all the time and be pretty in shape. You would be wrong.
I did work out for a while, back when I first started working there. I had my upcoming vacation to Florida to look forward to and to look good for. I even did an ok job of eating healthy and exercising once I got down there...for the first two days, that is. Once I got back, I made an attempt to get myself back on track, but was quickly derailed by a bout with a serious stomach flu.
After being wiped out by the anti-nausea drugs and other things, I never got back into the habit of exercising. Months passed. I let my busy schedule become an excuse. I gained a few pounds and started to feel unhappy with the way my clothes fit. I decided that I couldn't go to NYC this summer looking less than my best, since it is a rather fashionable city and The Writer is living blocks from the garment district (Yay!). I may not be able to afford couture, but I can try it on, and when I do, it better fit.
I gave myself until after his departure to return to my regimen. After all, I was busy and didn't want to miss a single second with him. Today, in the effort of preventing dressing room meltdown, I put my butt on a bike at work and pedaled away. Actually, I didn't really go away anywhere, since it was a stationary bike, but you get the idea. Forty-five minutes of less than enthusiastic pedaling later, I'd burned about 200 calories and given myself a very sore rear. It's a start. I figure that a few crunches, a mile or two on the bike/treadmill/elliptical several times a week, and my non-existant food budget will send a skinny girl to NYC in about a month!