I joined the YMCA in January because
they have yoga classes and, more importantly, their promotional offer
to waive the one-time join fee was just days from expiring. How could
I not join and let such a great deal go to waste? Now two months
later, the Christmas money I'm using to cover the monthly dues is
almost gone, and I might be fatter than when I started. This is
likely because when I exercise, I eat. (Case in point: I went to two
yoga classes back to back this morning, and just followed them up
with tea and red velvet cake at the coffee shop before starting this
post.) And if I added up the number of times I've actually gone to
the Y, I'd discover that I've only done a week's worth of exercise in
two months. My willpower and motivation are awesome. And by awesome,
I mean completely awful. But because I'm uber-judgmental, these
handful of classes have been humorous, humbling, and healing.
