The "Y" Fever

Ben - "So, what do you want to do tonight?"
Me - "Um, I don't know...what do YOU want to do?"
Ben - "Let's go the Y."
Me - (Sigh) "All right."

Sound familiar? This is the hot question of the night...every night when I get my butt home and the girls through the door at 6 p.m. When I really want to to say...make dinner, take a shower, sit on my ass and watch some T.V.....our family is shoveling a peanut butter and jelly sandwich down our throats, throwing our work out clothes and swim suits on and trekking over to the brand new YMCA that we joined. Which is only 6 freaking blocks from our house (convenient, ha?).

Yes, we now have a YMCA in town and Ben was so excited for it to open that we have become charter members (we got to pay a higher fee for the first month to get a water bottle, duffel bag, and a plaque with out names on it). And since it opened in mid-September we are VERY frequent visitors.

At first I was leary of going because let's face it. I just don't work out. Never have liked it, never will. I was fortunate enough to inherit my grandmother Normandin's little figure but have a very high cholesterol which puts my husband in a tizzy. I don't eat bad. We rarely eat out and if we do, it's never a true fast food place like McDonald's, but a sandwich shop with a salad and soup. I walk the dog around the block a couple of times a week, not to mention play with two active little girls and half the time I haul Aliyah around everywhere we go.

Then there is the "discount" factor. If we go up to twelve times a month our health insurance will reimburse adults $20 per person a month. That's 40 bucks which is a big chunk of the monthly fee. But come on, 12 times a month? That's really hard.

So being apprehensive, I was a little reserved. We went opening night and we just went swimming in the pool, which the girls LOVE. Then it led to the exercise room and learning how to used the elliptical...then the bike...then the treadmill....and now?

Damn it I LOVE it!

But I only love it once we actually get there, fast forward to the end of the workout (because I still hate actually working out) and I feel great. The girls have a good time, whether we all go swimming or put them in the playroom with the staff because they are very social and get exercise themselves. Ben and I both are in a good mood, we get the girls to bed with barely any fuss because they are tired and then we sit and relax in bed watching the news.

I still moan and groan and would choose to sit around watching my favorite shows, but then I'm not doing myself or family any favors. I just suck it up and do it.

Just like I tell the girls fifty times a day. Suck it up.