Burning Calories AND Braincells!

Since I sort of promised Gerald that I'd blog today (he mentioned that he always sings the title song when he reads my blog, and then the first song on my Pandora this morning at work was Paper Thin Walls), I was pretty relieved when I had what I felt was an entirely blog-worthy topic in mind.

As I was flipping through the junk mail after work tonight, I stared for a bit at a flier for "Sante" the new fitness club taking over the old fitness club's space in the bottom of the Chase Park Plaza. Just the name made me pretty sure I couldn't afford it, but since I hadn't been to the Y in close to 3 months I figured maybe I should be looking into other venues.

After realizing that they didn't even put the rates on their website it's going to be so damn expensive, I gave up on that idea and googled "fitness" in the STL area. I checked out a few nearby yoga/pilates studios (committing to a class is easier for me than working out on my own), but it all was pretty darn expensive (think upwards of $60/mo. for ONE class a week!).

I should explain right now that I have been PAYING my Y dues in the past three months, I just haven't gone. That's right, nearly $150 down the drain! Clearly I am an idiot. But I digress.

So after looking around some more I get the genius idea that maybe, since it is only 5:45, I should get off my bum and actually GO to my Y. So I did.

I even signed up for and paid an extra $3/week for a Monday night yoga class. So I'm in now for at least one night a week. I love a commitment like that. But let me tell you - there is one thing there now that is going to keep me heading back for more, and I'm going to be getting some serious miles out of the ellipticals now.

That's right - my Y now has LCD TVs on all the back row elliptical machines, and those TVs have your own personal headphone jack AND those TVs have CABLE.

My life is now changed because I can watch Househunters and What Will it Sell For on HGTV. I can watch the latest world dramas unfold on CNN. I can watch Rachel Ray whip up an amazing 30 Minute Meal. I can watch commercials for products I never dreamed could exist. All while sweating it out and toning my thighs.

Hallelujah!

Now, this might seem a little mundane to those of you who have TVs at home that exist in a 21st century lifestyle. But as I mentioned over at Lenger's blog, I am SO not that person. And I might not be for a while. So until then, I've got a whole new motivator to get my bum to the gym, besides it's growing girth.

I tell ya, folks, what WILL they think of next?