I heart the gym

Yesterday was a weight-focused day in blogland for me. I wrote here about body comparisons, and then I wrote over at Bodies about why I don't tell anyone my weight.

And then I went to the gym and swam for an hour, as usual. And my arms were extra sore because the night before that in water aerobics, we used weights for almost the whole time. And I felt really good after.

And this is period week for me. And yet, again, no PMS, and I've lost 2 pounds so far this week. This whole exercise thing is fabulous. And I've reached the point where I actually miss the gym if I don't go. Not that I love it when I'm in the middle of it--though swimming is by far the most tolerable form of exercise I've ever found--but it feels so good after, and on days when I don't go, I feel heavy and slow-moving.

I'm definitely thinner, not just in pounds lost but in inches and in the way clothes fit. Only a few weeks ago I started wearing a pair of jeans that had previously been too tight. Now they're too loose, and I can pull them off without unbuttoning or unzipping them. I can feel muscles, especially in my arms but really everywhere, that just weren't there before. I have more stamina. I've gone from swimming 40 laps in an hour to swimming 60. And this no PMS thing is one of the best perks of all.

So, yeah. The gym = great, and totally, totally worth it.

I'm still not sharing my weight, though.