Okay, so I'm still jobless.
Everyday I search for new jobs, but where I live, it's just slim pickins. Instead of getting further down in the dumps, I decide I'm going to be creative in the kitchen.
If I'm not working, the least I can do is have an awesome meal waiting for My Husband and McKenna when they get home from a long day at work and preschool.
I try new things. Some work (crock pot lasagna!) and somethings will never work for me (baked chicken in any flavor). I make dinner every weeknight except Fridays. The household is mostly happy and laundry is usually done. My day looks like this:
- Wake up
- Get McKenna ready for school
- Take her to school
- Come home and search for jobs
- Play with Max because he's begging for attention
- Fix lunch
- Clean up lunch
- Search for jobs
- Start laundry
- Fold laundry
- Watch Ellen
- Play with Max
- Start dinner
- Get McKenna from School
- Eat dinner
- Clean kitchen
- Bath time
- Husband time
- Sleep
It's okay, but My Husband notices I'm not the same. I'm not necessarily sad all the time, but I'm sort of shut off. Like, I'm just going through the motions. One task to the next like a machine. I'm quit in the evenings after being alone all day long. He talks to me about maybe going to the Wellness Center (county gym), just to get out of the house. The Good Lord knows I can use any type of exercise, so it wouldn't hurt, but I had to remind him I DON'T HAVE A JOB.
The Wellness Center costs $45 a month and I'm bringing in about zero income.
Of course, he's the smart, logical one and I'm the cute one. He tells me that if I go to the gym at least 3 days a week, it would be about $4 each time I go.
Well! When you break it down like that...
October 31st I went to the Wellness Center to pay for my first month and initiation fee. I was given the tour and I scheduled an hour with a personal trainer for my "fitness prescription". While I was being given the tour, I noticed something strange...unlike a place like Gold's Gym where it's meathead after meathead at the gym, pumping iron and scoping out the ladies, this place...The Wellness Center was totally opposite. Aside from the trainers, I was the youngest person in the gym by at least 15-20 years. If I had to guess, the average age of a gym goer would be 53.
I'm going to love this place! It's not a meat market and these older folks don't care what I look like, what I'm wearing or even that my socks don't match each other! Also, it was spotless and smells like bleach every time you walk in. The machines aren't run into the ground and everything in the place is generally really nice!
Also. ALSO! They offer classes! I'm going to really like this whole "exercising" thing!
So far, I've gone no less than 4 days a week for no less than an hour each time! I lost 4 pounds in the first two weeks and I can really feel a difference. I just want to get a few months of this under my belt (or out of my belt) so that it's more like a "lifestyle". That's what all the really fit people tell me. "Once you do it for a while, it's a lifestyle change and not a chore"...
Overall, I love going, but don't you think for one second that all those older people are always super nice...
5 people are talkin' about my crap!:
I used to love going to the gym when we had a membership. But I never got to go alone, always with my mom at least if not all the kids.. sighs.. I know the monotony of being home all day and feeling alone, even though my mom is right behind me.
I'm so glad that you're finding something positive to do with your time. And, I'm happy that you're getting happier because of it! :)
Exercise endorphins are as addictive as crack - but SOOOOO much better!
And a gym without a meathead is the perfect gym indeed!
That's awesome!! Kudos to you :)
I finally made it over. You still rockin it with the geriatric group over at the gym?
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