I remember the good ol' days: I would take the shuttle to the gym twice a week, Wednesdays and Fridays at lunch, and work out for an hour with a trainer. I was huge! Okay, huge is a bit of an overstatement. But I was shapely (in a manly not curvy type of way).
Then summer hit and I started riding my bicycle to work every day. I had just returned from my wedding, and with the wedding bills mounting, I decided to take a break from my overly expensive habit. Fast forward to today: I'm skinny again, my muscles have all melted away, and my lower back is starting to hurt, a sure sign that I haven't been exercising.
My solution? I don't have one yet. I still need to get Doolies membership at my gym. Once I do, I can bum a ride from her to at least climb stairs or play basketball at the gym. When and if that happense is still floating around in my globe of failed but good intentions.