30 Minutes

Shhhh listen to that… do you hear it? You don’t? ME EITHER!!! I am sitting in my living room right now and the only thing I hear are my fingers stumbling over the keys on my laptop and its absolutely wonderful. The last couple of days have been eventful. So it’s nice to sit and enjoy an hour of nothingness.

Anyway about a month ago in an effort to tone up the left over baby baggage, I joined Curves...that’s right, the thirty minute female-only workout facility. It may not be a “real” gym to some but this type of controlled exercise environment is exactly what and all I need. I don’t have enough discipline to walk on a treadmill for 30 min, lift weights for 20, wrap myself around an ab roller and still make my way to an aerobics class where I don’t have enough rhythm to keep up! I won’t even get into the dealing with the annoying fitnessholics, with their matching spandex and headbands watching as novices like myself try to indiscreetly look at the pictures to see where my feet go while slowly removing the little weight knob so that the only thing I am lifting is the machine itself....

…geesh the "real gym" is just not worth it…

Besides I have been quite pleased with the results of my 30 min fast paced social gathering. Even my husband has acknowledged the muscles that have returned to my calves and he has warned me about the buffness forming in my shoulder region.

All this to say I was devastated today when I looked down at my hands to discover little red hard patches at the base of each finger. How could a thirty minute female-only workout facility give me calluses!?!

Now what I am supposed to do?