The F-BOMB

I believe it is time to drop the F-bomb. Now, now, now...you know what I mean. That nasty word that takes time and energy, lots of willpower and is hard to get - FIT! I have suddenly gotten excited about getting exercise back in my life again. Several reasons for this. First, I'm tired of paying for the membership to a gym that I pass by (and pass by and pass by) every day. The guilt alone is zapping me. I also am the proud new owner of an old, but in good condition, treadmill. Best part? It was free. So now I have a renewed energy to tackle one of my goals - to clean the spare room. (It's painted dark blue, so from this point forward it will be referred to as the 'blue' room.) The blue room is a mish-mash of leftover Christmas lights, papers, empty bags, office supplies, cords, blankets and the vacuum cleaner. I want to clear it out and then re-arrange it to hold the treadmill. I have a nice chair already there, so add a lamp and I should have a comfy place to read. One corner will be set up as my meditation alter. I'd like to get some 3, 5, and 10 pound weights and, with the money I save from the gym membership, purchase a bench or maybe an exercise ball. I have digital cable in there already, and if I buy a cheap ipod, my viewing and listening pleasure will be complete. I have some beautiful Ralph Lauren curtains that have been sitting in a plastic bag for two years, and I know I can find some posters or paintings that will finish the room off with a flair! Then the real work begins. It's time to get fit, fit, fit. Already joined a Run/Walk clinic...first step - check! And if the renovation of the blue room doesn't get me going and moving and exercising again, well, I'll just curl up in the chair and read.