So here I am on New Year's Eve day joining a gym. But it's not one of those muscle head, smells like boys, I can bench press more than you can gyms. This place has lots of fun classes and appears to be mostly women. Girl Power! I am excited. I haven't had a gym that I really loved since we lived in NC, and I am still sad that I couldn't move that place up north with us. It was around 2008, and Ed had just got back from his deployment to Afghanistan. He was in pretty darn good shape, since Afghanistan involved lots of working out, less eating, and much less sleep. Hubby was looking good, if you know what I mean. I joined a local gym that was like the creme de la freakin creme of gyms. They had classes, machines, spinning rooms (I can't spin, it just hurts my butt), a pool, sauna, massage, etc etc. Oh and a juice bar, BUT the best part about that place was the daycare. It was like a real daycare inside of the gym. Separate areas for babies and older kids, tables for snack time, and hospital scrub wearing babysitters that even changed diapers. I would have married that gym. I was going every single day. I would pop Andrew into the daycare room, which he loved too, and hit up all the different step and aerobics classes. I knew every step to every routine. I was starting to get that 21-year-old's body back, and then we moved back home and it all came to a screeching halt.
Hope everyone has a fantastic and safe New Year's Eve!
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