I am not a fan of change. It's not just my age, although that's not helping. It's simply hardwired into my system. And I know that people as a whole kind of tend to resist change, but I would posit that my resistance is less like the resistance of a reed to the wind, and more like that of a concrete block wall.
This whole "sale of the gym/ loss of the trainer" thing has thrown me for a way bigger loop than the situation merits. I totally get that. But I also get that within my own little tiny brain, it's bigger than I can handle*. So I'm definitely cancelling the membership at now - L.A. Fitness. We likely will join the Y in a bit, although I'm thinking I'll move back to exercising at home for awhile. I've got some new lower body moves I've found I can do thanks to my exposure to both of my trainers, and the immense amount of time my gym sessions would take away from my family was just a bit much for a long-term activity plan.
It makes me sad, but perhaps this is all for the best. I need to focus on the people in my life, not on how many reps I'm doing. Those two things aren't necessarily mutually exclusive, but with my schedule and the way I tend to pursue things it was becoming that way for me.
I'll figure something out. I always do. I just need to get my act together food-wise (we will NOT discuss the Fourth of July and my Heluvagood Dip consumption) before my ever-widening ass gets to the beach.
*I know, it's freaking ridiculous. And with some situations I would find a way to deal and adapt. But with this particular situation, I'm bailing. Because I can. Because there are enough things out there that require my limited adaptation skills, and I'm not going to waste them on the freaking gym.
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