Upon following up with my regular physician, who I rarely see, but visited after my little hospital foray I was informed that it was time for some substantial weight reduction. I knew that. If I’m not careful and if I don’t exercise strenuously several times a week, my weight tends to steadily climb. Recently, I haven’t been watching and I haven’t been exercising. Working and taking care of the house seemed like enough activity to me.

I promised that I would lose weight and my PCP promised to be my cheerleader. Later in the week I visited my young friend who cuts my hair. I have several young women friends who I enjoy immensely and whose opinions I value. N. arrived at her salon looking strong and fabulous. She had a baby about a year ago and was having trouble losing and toning. I was amazed at the changes in her physique and she told me about the gym she was attending. She strongly endorsed it and even signed me up for my first class. Furthermore she gave me instructions on what to bring and where to stand.

When I arrived at the small studio which is very close to home, I was greeted by name. N. had told them that I was coming. When I got home, N. texted me to see how I liked the class. Truthfully, these classes are hard and mostly geared for younger women. A lot of the work is done at the ballet barre and the floor work is done with various small equipment. Almost everything I’ve done at the studio takes fierce concentration and admittedly, some modification on my part. I signed up for a month and will take it from there.

A nice, very toned woman today spontaneously told me that she thinks I’m doing great. “Ha. Thank you,” I said. N. gave me a hug and I told her I was going food shopping. It’s a pretty nice studio and the concept is interesting. The instructors are helpful and even though I’m terribly sore, I feel good.

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