Betrayed

Ray and I finally broke down and joined a gym. Sigh. What happened to my 18-year-old body? I think it went on vacation and never came home again. Actually I would settle for my 30-year-old body. 40 was still looking okay too. 

I am pitifully weak. I can walk on a flat treadmill forever, but try to lift 5 pounds and I can't move for a week. I've got my work cut out for me just to become somewhat normal. We're getting up at the crack of dawn to go. We're usually there around 5:30 a.m. Some days I come home and take a nap right away. Why procrastinate and wait until the afternoon? Then I'm up from my nap and getting going when the sane world has begun to function. 

I used to be able to eat whatever I wanted whenever I wanted. That ended a while ago, but my mindset has remained the same. I want to believe I've been betrayed, but I'm afraid I'm the betrayer, and now I'm paying for it. 

Oh well.