A few weeks ago in a fit of insanity I decided to join the NYU gym. I'm not sure why I did this. It's possible all of those hours of sitting on my boyfriend's couch watching commercials for low-fat yogurt and The Cookie Diet finally got the best of me and the concept of having a bikini ready beach body actually started to resonate. Never mind that I will probably be going to the beach for a total of 3 days this summer and the only people likely to see me are my boyfriend, my family, and a handful of Jersey shore retirees. According to my television, I need to look HOT.
So far the experience has been mixed. On the positive side the NYU gym is conveniently located a few blocks from my office, and it's nice to know that I won't have to be outside running in the middle of August when it's 500 degrees. On the negative side, working out in a fluorescent lit room that has 20 TVs mounted to the walls and is filled with 100 undergrads trying to burn off the beer bong or carrot stick or whatever it is they had the night before, can be a little depressing. Not to mention seizure inducing. There's also the sad fact that I'm horribly, horribly out of shape and am convinced that everyone in the weight room is staring at me and laughing inside when I struggle to lift the lowest weight on each machine.
We'll see how long I last. It's already June though which means that in about 10 minutes it will be August which is practically fall, and who really needs to have a smoking hot bikini bod when you're just going to be covering it up with a sweater?
2 comments:
This made me laugh a lot.
Don't forget going to the beach with me, or at least Coney Island, where we can wear bikini tops, right? I suggest doing what I've done, which is lowering goal from bikini bod to romper suit bod.
Yes! I love this. And we are DEFINITELY going to the beach. Watch out Summer.
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