Feel the Burn

15: pounds I've gained since moving back to America

20-30: pounds I'd like to lose

110: average weight of the women who work out at my gym

5: days it took me to walk normally after the RPM cycling class

So I've joined a gym. Models, NFL cheerleaders and I jog side by side on treadmills (well, they jog, I walk) and pedal furiously on stationary bikes. I unknowingly joined the trendiest gym in Tampa where most of the girls, seriously, look like models. The Tampa Bay Bucaneerettes (or whatever they're called) apparently work out there as well. I have never seen so many thin, pretty girls in one place at the same time. The guys must love it.

The RPM cycling class nearly killed me, even though I couldn't stand up and pedal nearly as long or as often as I was supposed to. My muscles kept twitching when I got off the bike and I thought I was going to collapse on the way back to the car. I'm going to go every week though, and it will be a proud day when I can complete the class like a normal person. I'm dragging my husband to a class called Body Pump tonight. Let's hope I don't drop the barbell on anyone.

I haven't lost any weight yet, but it's only been a week. Surely if I go to the gym every day something will come off soon.